I brushed my teeth four times and used the entirety of my last bottle of mouthwash and my mouth still didn’t feel clean. I could still taste it…it was salty and sour and terrible. I had wanted to spit it out, but Jerry insisted that “finishing” was a part of the deal. I swallowed it, right along with my pride and dignity.
I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I threw everything I stood for right out of the window. I had crossed a line and although no one knew about it, I felt incredibly shameful. I didn’t even want to face the triplets.
I spent most of the day hiding my tears from my kids. Luckily, they focused more on playing with each other than paying attention to me, especially since we no longer had a television. Anytime they seemed to turn their attention towards me, I quickly
