Blake dashed me to the tree grabbing my neck tightly. “ I said to lessen his depression not increase it b*tch!!!”

He held my neck so tightly it hurt. A tear escaped from my eye drowning in hurt.

“ He is getting gloomy day by day, never comes home properly, he is involving into dangerous fights and gangs, he talks back to us angrily. His mental health is going worse than ever! What the f*** did you do!!?”

New hot tear escaped out and I slid down in sorrow. I couldn’t hide it anymore. The hurt, and shame and anger invited more self-loathing and self-doubts.

I told the whole story...