Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Even as we stood there outside the door where he’d made me come, I was scratching. The bites and itching were enough to drive me crazy, and I wasn’t sure that I hadn’t already lost my mind completely. I hadn’t slept in days because there was no place to lay down in the house where fleas didn’t bother me, and the feeling of those things crawling all over me was now entrenched in my mind.
Nothing about the last few days makes any sense. From the drive back from the airport to this, none of it. I still haven’t been able to help my daughter, and because it was the weekend, I still have to wait to hear anything about court or when I can see her since they refuse to let me. I’d wasted my time going down to the station after she’d been booked because I wasn’t allowed to see her.
The shame of having to leave her in the hands of a public defender because I didn’t know where or how to find a lawyer was already bad enough. Now, I wish I had paid more attention to other aspects of my husband’s life because I’m sure he has a lawyer somewhere, but I just never cared about that because I don’t break the law.
It's Monday now, but I don’t have the funds needed even if she was allowed bail, which she wasn’t, because the cops claim she was running away when they found us at the airport. I tried to explain that we were going to a wedding, but because there was no invitation and I had no proof, they refused to take my word for it, so now she’s seen as a flight risk.
I didn’t even know she had that many tickets or that it was such a big deal. Whoever heard of people going to prison over speeding tickets? At least that’s what she said they were, but what do I know? That girl has always been a disappointment.
I did all of this, endured other people’s ridicule as the woman who broke up a marriage to give her a better life, and she has squandered it in every way possible. I tried to make her prettier than that bitch Alyssa, smarter, better in every way, but she failed me every time.
I know most people don’t understand, but what mother wouldn’t have done the same? I had looks and a little bit of brains; the only thing I didn’t have was money. I always knew that that was what was needed to get ahead in this world, and when I saw my chance, I took it.
I did have feelings for Charles when we got married, but I learned early on that feelings don’t amount to shit when there’s so much you want and can’t afford. Corbin was supposed to be our ticket, mine and my daughter’s.
That’s why I didn’t mind the scorn and the whispers. I had a beautiful roof over my head, better clothes, and jewelry, and I walked through doors that would have otherwise remained closed had I not married up.
I’m not sure why everyone acted like I had committed some sort of crime when every other person in this town does it. Maybe it’s because they didn’t think that someone like me, from the other side of the tracks, deserved to move in their circles.
It didn’t matter what they thought, though, once I won. It doesn’t matter how much they prefer that bitch Gigi; I was still the one who got to go places with her husband that I took. It didn’t even matter that he himself hated me; he couldn’t do shit about it because he knew what would happen if I didn’t get my way.
All I wanted was a better life for my child. His kids still had their mother and his family and hers; why is it so wrong that I wanted something for myself? The only thing I regret is not having a child with him; that would’ve solidified my place.
But he couldn’t even get it up after we got married. In fact, long before that, he’d started acting like I had the plague. He didn’t even want to get married, and if I hadn’t held threats over his head, he probably wouldn’t have.
I’ve had to live with these things for the past fifteen years. Only I knew what I’d had to endure. He may not have raised his hands to me and Mitzie, but if I didn’t fight him tooth and nail, he would’ve left us behind long ago; try living with that shit.
That’s why I’d made Alyssa’s life a living hell once the last of Corbin’s sons went off to college. I knew he loved the little bitch more than my kid, no matter how I pushed her in front of him.