Essay On Personal Narrative: A Day At Heart Breaks

My breaks constantly breaks for the others who are new to the suffering, but trust me ,I make it my mission to be there for every single one of them .My heart breaks even more when I had to tell the honest truth ,that conception is possible ,but it might also never ever happen ,just like in my case .I was given false hope , and I refused to pass that very same false hope unto others .I chose honesty . Somewhere between being a housewife, work and my marriage I lost my husband, he was disappearing right in front of me and I could not understand why and what was happening to him .At first I thought Daniel was suffering from all the stress of Faiza and me and my Endometrioses which by then I had started to battle alone ,maybe just maybe everything is only getting to him now I kept

Well if it was for the same reason as mine I guess it would not have been that worst ,he chased money , since I met him he was the type who believed money could be made very quick , that's where we differed , I believed that if you want something you work hard for it, he could either let a friend of a friend get it for him or simply just "zoela" as they say ,meaning get it behind the back doors . That I totally hated that of him. Daniel befriended scum bags for friends, people with no ambition and it made me think maybe that actually what he wanted to be . My husband disappointed me so much every time I use to fight with him over the same thing lousy ass friends and he did not want to hear anything about it .our marriage became sour as fuck if you ask me . eventually we ditched the gambling but my husband had other plans instead .on Sundays especially he would annoy the shit out of me , the garage would be full of his friends and the music in the car would be playing so loud while I'm trying to watch tv ,I never went out to visit friends he would never just give me the car to drive myself as he always had somewhere "quick "to go ,which ofcourse was a”quick”trip to the garage