As walk into the dollar store.
I spend my last $5. On dishsoap.
garbage bags, and other houshold needs.
Isnt that CRAZY?!
And now I give the kids their medicine to treat their strep.
Standing at the stove, making Ramen noodles.
Still bitter at how expensive they've become.
I realize... Im alone in this.
And I believed.
I believed every promise made.
And I grieve evey promise broken.
It was only weeks ago that I had hope.
But reminded that I was silly for ever thinking....
... it would be ok....
Not for me.
So I cry.
A small part of me will do ANYTHING to not be reminded...
... that I am not good enough.
So I try... to do anything I can think up, that will just make today go by.
Is this the part that makes them call me
... Not Ever Again...