Several years ago I gave up my career and the education I got to go with it, my friends, my family, sold my car, and moved 6000 miles so that my love could have their dream job. That job bought us a nice house, 2 cars, and paid for our wedding. Every time my love complains about something about me, I think about leaving. If it wasn't for our daughter I might have left by now. I am a prisoner or my own making. Nothing more than a bird trapped in a fancy cage getting yelled at to fly.
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