Just when I think we have reached the bottom the hole gets deeper. Pretty soon we will be pulling the dirt in on ourselves if we are not already doing so. I am beginning to think there is no hope.
But then I think of my grandkids and my spirits get lifted.
If there is justice in this world, her husband tiring of her clinging possessiveness and selfishness, will have affair, and leave her for his pregnant mistress. One can only hope.