C62 Breaking Point
Proserpina
Matters came to a head when a truck rolled up the drive one evening. I had been inside, resting in the coolness of my room, my feet on a stool. This pregnancy was draining me and the environment I was in only made me feel worse.
The truth was that I felt threatened, insecure.
Would I be forced to leave?
Without my children?
The sight and smell of food made me sick