Why must life always be so hard? What did I do to deserve this? I wake up at 6 am every morning. I
cook, clean, feed my family. My life is just blah. I tell myself this everyday. I stay for my children. I
stay because I want to prove to myself I can be a better mother than my own. My husband is just that
my husband. Do I love him like a wife should love a husband? No, but I do love him as a friend could
love another. Everyday it's like I'm going through the motions. I don't feel human anymore. It's like I'm
a Robot.