The Beginning Of My End...?
I couldn't take it any more. All this; going to school acting like everything is good at home; going home acting like everything is fine at school.
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I couldn't take it any more. All this; going to school acting like everything is good at home; going home acting like everything is fine at school.
How does it feel. To embrace the pain. As failure sinks in. A pain of shame. How does it feel. To watch the torture. As the man burns. And you're the scorcher. How does it feel. To watch her fall.
A stranger walked up to me, Said, " Let me take your hand, Let me guide you through the darkness, Take you to the promised land" Should I trust this vision, should I take his hand; Should I follow...
She leaned on her broom and said with a sigh: 'I'm so sick of chores and I wish time would fly.' But this was no fairytale, no good end came, Every day for poor Cinders, exactly the same.
Can hear the shouting, Down the stairs, Two red faces, A lot of tears. Through my heart, And many through hers. These arguments, Are amongst my fears. My dad walks out, My mother breaks down.
Life and soul yes that's me The laugh, the chat, Care free, Socialite. What the hell wine dynamite.
Fortiden rækker langt ind i fremtiden. Af hele mit hjerte, er jeg københavner. Det vil jeg altid være.
I'm sure I never applied for this. To be a cleaner and a mopping miss. It's all I seem to do these days. I wish my kids would change their ways. I'm tidying toys and washing floors.
When I was little, my dad was always my rock. So stable, so safe. But at some point, that changed. I'm not sure when, but it did. My dad has always been one to appreciate a good whiskey.
It's my own fault, I'm too weak to leave. No fucking self confidence, just no self belief. I'm insulted here every day, after almost eight years, why do I still stay.
A wasp. A wasp. A bloody wasp has flown into my house. It flings itself against the windows trying to get out.
They met. They fell in love. They dated for some time. They tied the knot. They had kids. Their source of joy. And took them on trips. To play in the sun, the girl and boy. As they grew old together.