Even my mother-in-law Evelyn’s medical appointments and prescriptions were paid for by me.
My husband Patrick contributed very little. What he earned often disappeared as quickly as it arrived. Yet somehow, in Evelyn’s eyes, he remained the king of the household.
No matter how much I achieved, I was always treated as though I should be grateful simply to be there.
Looking back, I realize the signs were always present.
Every promotion made Evelyn colder.
Every accomplishment made Patrick more distant.
Every success seemed to offend them.
At the time, I thought they were simply insecure.
I had no idea how far that resentment would eventually go.
I Woke Up To The Sound Of A Razor
Sometime after midnight, I felt a burning sensation on the side of my head.
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