I moved in closer to her, placing my hand on her cheek, “What can I do to help Maybe we should try to get you an appointment to see a therapist before you lose control. And drop hours at work.” I would do everything in my power to help her.
“I can’t drop down my hours. We need the money,” she whimpered.
“We will be fine, Gracie. I make enough money for us, and your mental health is more important.” No, I wasn’t working as many hours, but I was still making enough.
“Are you sure” she asked, searching my face to make sure I answered truthfully.
“Yes. I don’t want you worrying about money and bills, okay I want you to focus on getting better and on classes.”
“Okay, thank you, baby boy, you are the best!” she managed a small smile and kissed me softly.
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