A blog depicting the thoughts from the mind of aspiring author, Carla Campbell
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
She loved that man so much, too much some would say. She tried to give him everything, answer to every beck and call. She cooked for him, cleaned for him, made and did whatever he asked of her. But she hurt herself. That was her greatest downfall. Her man, he was good to her, treated her well, never left her wanting. But her torment and self-hatred was the death of her.