FIORELLA BIANCHI
Last night, I gave my husband some sleeping pills to drink, because he looked like someone who needed to sleep for once in after going through something so heavy alone this past week. I won’t lie; the fight we had a few days ago really hurt me. I cannot believe those words really came out of his mouth and were meant for me.
“You are too distant lately, Benjamin. The kids hardly see you, and I need you,”
“I always sleep next to you, EVERY NIGHT, Jasmine. What more do you want from me, huh?”
“I want my husband, dammit!” I screamed at him, and lord knows I was so close to punching him in the face. He was so ignorant and his feelings mattered more than mine. He basically did not care about my cries.
“Your husband is busy! Why can’t you understand?” That was how he resp
