The Rain of What is Yet to Come
“The Rain of What is Yet to Come”
“Hey, so what would you like for me to make for dinner? I could pick something up?” I said, my stomach growling loudly in the front seat. I just left my job and I feel exhausted. I work for nine hours a day only to come back to my house, where the food is never ready and my husband is never home. I was supposed to move to a bigger apartment, but after James used all of our savings on his gambling debt, we were forced to continue living life this way.
