Freedom At A Price


When I’m on, I still rush home straight from work. When I’m off, I still rush home hoping to get there before he does…
Then it hits me: I don’t have a husband waiting for me at home anymore. I am free to do whatever I desire. I am free to stay out as late as I want…

Yet, this freedom is wasted on a homebody and non-party girl like me. The price I paid is too high. It’s not worth the empty feeling I have knowing he’s not home watching the clock, anxiously awaiting my arrival. I guess you never really know what a good thing you have until you lose it.

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