MYRA
It’s Monday. A day I should be working but I can’t open my eyes. They feel heavy. I’m so sleepy. That’s because of yesterday night. We argued about my working till late and we never came up with a solution. Larry just walked out on me and slept in another room.
Am I being stubborn? Am I being careless with my life?
No. I just want to work. Can’t stay at home idle. I’m not used to that. I’m used to working my ass off and staying at home doing nothing is not something I consider doing.
I struggle to open my eyes and finally manage to. I look around and my over-cautious man is not around.
I’m going to work. If it’s not the clinic he set up for me then I’m going to look for a job in another clinic. He can’t always control me. I’m a grown-ass woman and if it were not for him I would
