never thought rock bottom would look like a positive pregnancy test and a note on a hotel notepad. But that’s where I found myself—twenty-five, alone, and abandoned by everyone I thought would stand by me.
My name is Arlene. For most of my life, I blended into the background—working a quiet job as an administrative assistant at a real estate firm. I wasn’t flashy or ambitious like my cousin Sarah, the bank manager everyone bragged about. I was just… there.
At least, that’s how my parents saw it.“You’re wasting your life in that dead-end job,” my mom would sneer at dinner.
My dad would shake his head and sigh, “We must’ve done something wrong.” Only my grandfather ever defended me. Read mroe below
