Flea Market Photo

There were many reasons she wore a frown, sometimes she missed the simple life she had before she got married she missed Ohio she missed her family and friends and all of the things she dropped to move to Buffalo and start a family. She didn't resent them at all she loved her husband and children or at least that's what she told herself. She feared that she was a bad mother because she knew her thoughtful mind was constantly whisked away to the easy life she had before. Not only that but she knew her husband was falling out of love with her quicker and quicker each day. They were high school sweethearts that had been best friends from a very young age she was always the one that was more in love than him. She never wanted to be in this place, a mother of three children and a husband who she could lose at any moment to the office secretary or the pretty blonde woman two doors down. She never spoke of these fears, she just wrote in her journal until her hands were writhing in pain and continued with her day as if nothing was wrong. She greeted her husband after work with a meal and a kiss on the cheek and bringing the kids in from their nap to greet him too. From just looking at her you'd never guess that she had a war on her mind but she did...and she was losing.