OCTAVIA POV
I was back into my husband's room, only to find him playing childish with Martin and once more the depression kicks in.
I can't bare this anymore.
My husband has been reduced to a child.
The mare thought of that brings tears to my eyes.
I try preventing the out pour but to no avail. They just escape uncontrollable.
Why is life so unfair, I struggle endlessly but still nothing.
At this point I just feel like giving up.
I mean what is the point, my husband is not coming back anytime soon, I know the doctor just doesn't want to admit it.
I am hurt, more than that I am scared.
Scared that I might raise my children as a single mother just like my mom did.
'Why am I so unlucky?'_ I ask myself as I duck my head crying silently in pain, questioning God about my existence.
