Without...

Is this all there is? Nothing more to life: endless round of housework, exercise, and job. Job, not career – never was able to get a career going, they were all jobs, undertaken for the money, not love – a kind of soul prostitution when you think about it.

It wouldn’t be so bad if they appreciated what I do: the man who swore before God to love me until I died and the children I incubated, nurtured and grew inside my own body. But they don’t and without that, it’s not enough.

Without love, nothing will ever be enough.