Too Late.
Too late. Too too late. Those are the words that are so heavy in my soul right now. I was too late to save my brother. I was actually working while in a financially abusive relationship for 3 years. There were some weeks that I worked both of my jobs adding up to ~90-100 hours a week. Those days were filled with sadness as I worked so hard for my abusive boyfriend to take all my money. That money was for Sidney, so he could one day live with me and not have to work after he got mentally unwell from the marines. I do not blame my abusive ex-boyfriend for my brother's death, that would be completely unfair. But, when Sidney was with me, he was safe. I kept him alive for almost 19 years as we were together. If my abusive ex wasn't choking me for $20, I could've focused on helping my brother. But, some people are so selfish. They only take, take, take... And then take more. Leaving you depleted. When I finally broke up with my boyfriend, he tried to boil my face in water and a...
