I feel taken advantage of. In general. In my life.

Everyone around me. I don’t have any money. I am in debt. My husband is injured and depressed. My children are okay, but not doing well at their school because they aren’t doing their homework because I am not giving the tiem and space to do it, and they are all in one stupid room. One room for four kids. I want to move—to westwood, or somewhere near there: santa monica?

Maybe.

I want—I pray that this baby be born healthy.

Love,

FJB