The Unloved Women
The Unloved Woman I stood there at the foot of her bed looking at her and wondering what in her life had made her the bitter old woman that she was. I am sure it is not where she wanted to be, I know that she wanted to be loved by someone. Not even her children cared enough to come sit by her side as she laying dying. I was here and it was not out of a since of duty or love. Just a concern that no one, no matter how ugly they had been during their life needed to spend their final moments alone. She had made my life a living hell the last few years as she tried her utmost to separate my family one by one. She had already destroyed her own family as could be seen because they all refused to come be with her in her final hours. Again, it was left up to me and I can’t say that I was very happy to be in this position. But how sad it was to see here alone with not a soul in her family who cared enough to come sit with her during her final hours. I keep asking myself why I wa