FIORELLA BIANCHI
I am so ashamed to look up at Benjamin’s mother. I am so embarrassed by my husband’s “No Show” at the dinner table. It is past eight in the evening, and he is still not here. We are all halfway through with our food and I must say, it was very delicious. Benjamin’s mother went all out to cook his favourite food, and no matter how much I tried to call his phone, he would not answer. We had to wait thirty minutes for him before we could all eat, hoping that he will arrive soon, but he did not come at all. I know that he is going through a lot, but I am going through a lot too. I hoped that I could also have both my parents back into my life and make things right with them, but they have proven to me over and over that they just don’t care about me, and it hurts, and it is
