As I quietly open the door to check on the kids, I feel a slight sense of relief wash over me seeing them fast asleep, their tiny faces peaceful, oblivious to the chaos around them. I close the door softly, not wanting to disturb their dreams with my worries.
With a heavy heart, I retreat to my room, locking the door behind me. As soon as I'm alone, everything hits me at once. The anger, the hurt, the endless frustration—all the feelings I've been holding back come crashing over me. I sink onto the bed, burying my face in my hands as the tears finally spill over.
I try to stifle the sobs, but the pain is too overwhelming. It feels like I'm breaking under the weight of everything, and no one is there to hold the pieces together. All the exhaustion, all the betrayal—I can't hold it in anymore. Eventually, drained and empty, I fall asleep, my pillow damp with tears, hoping that tomorrow brings some clarity, or at least, a moment of peace.
