My body, which at this point had become sweaty and filthy after three hours of crying, was trembling along with my words. I was psychologically and physically worn out from the horror that seemed to find me in this life without showing even the slightest mercy and to make matters worse, I was facing eviction from the house I had fought so hard to construct today by five o'clock. . How did I end up in this desperate situation, believing death was my only option?

I thought I was entitled to a life other than this one from God. Hell, he has made all the other decisions, and I wasn't going to wait till he chose when I would pass away. I snatched the.38 caliber off the sofa table, loaded one round, put it to my temple, yelled at God, and pulled the trigger.

Problem Solved!

This is more than a memory, it's a message for women everywhere and honey, it aint no joke, it aint no picture perfect movie. It's that stuff that will make you pick up a glass as you sit back and reflect your own life or the women you know who went through some real you know what!

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