Kenya Stories

As I walk through my front door, I feel like a foreigner in my own home. Looking around, I just don't feel like I belong here without him. It was our home or more his I guess. He made all the decisions. Unaware at the time, I lost myself in our relationship. Everything I did was for him. And look at how he repaid me. I plop down on the couch and realize I never really liked this couch. Putting my head in my hands, I cry....