My Secret.

a left, the house had be

working at the office during the day, tidying up the house in the e

aleb was constantly engaged in various social engagements and had no time to take care of the family affairs. However, I had alre

thugs on the road in front of our neighborhood. The surv

attend evening classes and would return home when it was alrea

that he might go astray or get into brawls. However, I had never worried about him encountering such a situation. But when Sheri was living in our home, a

for her safety and even volunteered to pick her up from school, she would haugh

t moment that I slamm

d me, and now even a younger perso

th food and shelter by me, yet she hurled such malic

Cleo, Auntie Bryan is picking on me. She not only scolds and hits me, bu

, Caleb called me, saying that if I had any pent-up anger, I sh

knew what kind of person I was. Did he really think I would bully a c

ent because he

buting flyers in the supermarket, whatever questions the old people asked, I would answer them with great patience. Additionally, i

zed I was a kind and genuine person, exact

he made it clear he was

ngers, why would I trouble

tting up. I was sitting in the living room, fuming with rage, eager to

out, I was ov

arly and spent his t

he were really a "judge," there wouldn't be a sin

go. After all, we've been married for twenty years and our son is already in college. Coul

d. The next day, Cleo made her way to our house, crying hystericall

Caleb, amidst his mother's tea

riage, it was the firs

y concern for hi

g squandered twenty years of my youth and feeli