En cours de chargement...
Life can be hard and it can be cruel. Thrusting single mothers into hardships and then leaving them to watch as their children struggle, only to fail. I couldn't become that statistic, I needed to push myself beyond my limits, and rip my family out of that mold. Forcing myself to be better, do better, and letting my body take the brunt of those efforts. All I could see was that endzone and what it would mean for my impoverished family.
Just when I think I've made it, thinking that all the blood, sweat, and tears were worth it, I'm slapped back into reality. No grass is greener, no matter where you are, and no amount of money makes you a good person. Love is not kind and if it's not conventional, it's disregarded. Secrets born from shame and anger nurtured from hate, blend inside my heart. How can love win when everyone wants it to fail?
