Burning Christmas

<<Don’t do it.>> she shouted. <<Think of the children.>> Furious, I wasn’t thinking. She doesn’t respect me. I work hard to feed her and our children. I am the base of this family. And yet, I come home to find ingratitude, whining, and complaining. Nowhere does this woman fill me anymore. How did I fallΣυνεχίστε να διαβάζετε «Burning Christmas».