Never Getting Enough Of Her Novels & Stories

In fact, the money won't be enough. If she needs enough money to treat herself, then she needs to earn much more than she is earning now, or she might really die. Maybe for once in her life if God could show her a little speck of mercy and help her, then everything will be alright. Her mom taught her to pray and always talk to God, so he could hear and help her. Apart from God, she has no one else in her life. The door was pushed open and one of those city guys, the one with black hair, walked in dressed like everyone else in town. With faded jeans and an old top, she was sure that the people in the city would be horrified if they saw their most eligible bachelor dressed like a peasant.

The caller's voice was a hard one and Without further delay, she dropped down the glass and rushed outside as though she had caught sight of a ghost. The house was calm and the coldness of the room was just as Mrs. Hunter loved it to be. With all the perfection, she was still unable to find some sleep and that had been the case for some time now. Her perfect life can't be complete without the money that she envisages having. "What on earth can I do to get a hold of this wealth? I need to do something fast before that demon of a lady who is sent behind my son gets a hold of all the money and I end up moaning."

She swears up and down she doesn't mind the money being tight but there are empty rooms in this house because she doesn't want us to overextend ourselves to furnish them. She wants to decorate, but instead of buying the pieces she loves she now has an addiction to Pinterest. She never had to live like this before, and while it's petty, I don't like it. I want to give her more, bring more to her life. The only person she should ever be taking care of is herself...or our child, but financially, I should be providing.

Water too. There wasn't enough hours in the day for the amount of hours she needed to work just to eat. It was hard. And all he brought was love and promises. And songs. So many songs. About how one day they'd be happy. She swallowed. She wished it was enough. And it was for a while. But... She swallowed another gulp. She couldn't even afford this over priced alcohol. It would take a hit to her paycheck. But damn it, she wanted to treat herself. At least once.

Theodore didn’t answer, but his jaw clenched. “I took every job I could,” she continued. “I worked until my body ached. But it was never enough. No matter how hard I tried, the money wasn’t enough.” Her grip on the wineglass tightened. “That’s when Cynthia came along.” Theodore’s eyes darkened at the name.

“Are these it?” “Huh, you got the right ones but these won’t be enough. Can you go get one more pack?” “But that’s like three.” “You don’t know how women's bodies work. I’ll get done with these in no time. Go get me one more, hmm? Please?” She puppy-eyed him. “Fine.”

She was like an older sister, which I never had. I finally sputtered a few words: "I feel like in my situation, I'm hoping for too much, but I know whatever I do, I'll never be enough." I said this with tears streaming down the sides of my cheeks. "You're so much more than just enough, Steph. Your heart is filled with so much love and compassion. Life will give it all back to you. It might take a while, but it will happen, believe me." I summoned all of my energy to bring a smile to my face.

“Baby? What is it?” She shakes her head, “it’s nothing”. She tries kissing me quickly and brushing it off but I grab her and pull her closer. “Please don’t do that. Tell me Dana”. She sighs and looks at the floor. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever enough. Ever comparable you know”.

The doctor prescribed her a red blood cell booster since she was deficient in it then. She followed all the doctor's instructions and prescriptions, but she really couldn't avoid other things that were forbidden to her because of her job. Even when her father died, she had to labor all hours of the day and night to meet her requirements and pay off her obligations. Yes, she owed money to her friends since she was short on cash at times. She was not going to spend the money she had set aside for her dream home. She did treasure everything she had.

"Different for everyone. For some people it means hard limits on volume. For others it's about the kind of rest, not just the quantity. For some it's about community — having people who fill you back up in ways that don't require you to perform." I thought about my apartment, the north-facing window, the plant I'd been watering for six weeks. Thought about phone calls with Hunter and my mother and the Sundays that felt like returning to my own outline. "I haven't been eating enough in the evenings," I said. "Start there," she said. "But don't stop there."