HAYLEY
“David, how could you be this careless? How?” My voice was already strained from the constant shouting and fruitless arguments every day. I was exhausted.
David remained slumped on the sofa, the remote control in his hands. “What do you want me to do, Hayley?” He mumbled.
“What do I want you to do? Really? Are you really asking me that?” I was shocked at his answer.
He didn't seem like he cared about what I was saying to him.
“Yes, I'm asking you that. You don't understand. There's practically nothing to fight for. Do you understand me?”
“No.” My frustration was boiling over. “I don't understand and I'll never understand!” I screamed, almost losing my voice.
For the past few weeks after David had gone bankrupt, we've had so many visitors in our home. The creditors were c
