12. NOT YOUR SLAVE

I had met my breaking point and I was happy my husband was not there to see it. 

I could barely get out of bed. I didn’t want to eat. I didn’t want to do anything besides lay in bed or stare out from the window seat. 

The phone rang, pulling me from my thoughts. 

I stared at it, seeing my father’s caller ID. I didn’t want to talk to anyone but I didn’t want him to worry about me. 

“Hi Dad.” 

“Hi baby, how are you princess?” 

I was drowning. I was in my head and my head was hell. 

“I am good Dad.”