A few months ago, you would be hard pressed to hear me say what I am about it say. But I am so glad I'm me. I have finally discovered there are people worst off than I am. It could be worse. I could be Jessica.
Jessica has been a nervous wreck for days. She's always crying. I'm not sure who cries more, her or Mackenzie.
She can't find a job. I know she's tried. For real this time, not the sale consultant crap.
Her marriage is in ruins. She was cheated on, given a disease. He was the breadwinner and, because she left, he has the house and will no doubt get to keep it now.
She is flat out miserable.
I, meanwhile, have a job that pays me well enough to live alone in a decent neighborhood. I have a man who treats me well.
I am so glad I am not Jessica. So glad.
