The day I left was a normal day at work, but my mind kept going back and forth from the store to you. I kept seeing you sitting in front of the tv, drinking your beer, and playing on the internet without a care in the world. I knew that something had to be done, and that I couldn't keep going like this for the rest of my life.
It was so unfair.
I kept praying to God that something would change. Praying that you would open your eyes and remember me, and that I was your wife, not your mother.
But things just got worse.
