I sit in front of the mirror and brush my long hair, trying to ignore the constant noise from the construction site our mansion has become.
I have lost weight, and my skin looks bad.
The Botox has worn off, leaving behind more creases than before.
I wanted to sell one of the cars, the gold coins, the jewelry, or the decorations, but Eddie didn't allow it.
I put the brush down and stand up.
I walk out of the bedroom and try to ignore the looks the construction workers give me and the uneasiness I feel whenever their eyes wander up and down my body.
I enter the dining room and find Eddie sitting there, typing away on his laptop.
We ignore each other, as we are still fighting over our money situation.
He told me that the company had no money to pay me, so I was fired.
Now, we have a big company, a big mansion, and cars, but barely enough to eat.
I look into the refrigerator and close it again after taking out bread, cheese, and milk.
