The hardest part of being unemployed is that there is no where to go. Before i was on trip at least twice a month, meetings, local training, calls. now nothing.
Then it is about having to live with my son 24 hours. my mother is somehow understanding. But this kid is in his teens and he is irritated too but i didn’t realize how hard it was on me to adjust with him.
Only when he went to his mama ghar did i realize how heavy this existence had been.
Children i are not naturally grateful. one day he will realize but now he is just a teen.
I took this birth to live all these lows, that i know i ran away from in my past
