B y all accounts I should be happy. I’m married. I have children. I own a home. I have a job. I’m the luckiest girl in the world. I watch the smiles on other people’s faces and smile back. But my smile is just a mask. Inside I’m crying. Inside my heart breaks. My heart
B y all accounts I should be happy. I’m married. I have children. I own a home. I have a job. I’m the luckiest girl in the world. I watch the smiles on other people’s faces and smile back. But my smile is just a mask. Inside I’m crying. Inside my heart breaks. My heart