People with families don’t get it…
They don’t understand the pain of wishing they could call someone or get some help, but everyone that could or would help is dead.
When you’re tired from raising a child alone, your body aches, dinner still needs to be made and help is never coming. Never. They’re dead.
They’re dead.
When you’re tired from raising a child alone, your body aches, dinner still needs to be made and help is never coming. Never. They’re dead.
They’re dead.