The Road Ahead

It looks dark, lonely, it seems never ending, I can't see the next bend. I am 40 now, I'm going to be out of job by next year, my son is still a grader. I am scared. Really scared. I put up a face, they see a strong, independent woman. But you see, I'm never in control of anything about my life. I am the mercy of what people think of me. I am at the mercy of what one man wants from me, expects from me. I cannot even talk about this to anyone. So I put up this blog so I can write here, and pour myself without being judged. At least if you're reading this and you say "You deserve that you bitch" at least I can't hear it. So it doesn't matter. I might as well write everything here and put up ads so I can earn some few cents. I don't know. I do not really know. All I know right now is that I cannot give up, for the sake of my son. No matter what, I should keep going. I guess I'm still okay, am I not?