The Vessel | Dany Owens

You wonder sometimes if your life would get any worse. You married the wrong man and let Mr. Right slip through your fingers. Your life has been reduced to worries, debt and threats. Your greatest hope is that one day you will be rescued by someone-anyone. You can only weep alone for the loss of your happiness.
Your hair is greying, though you're young. You once were pretty, alluring and wonderful. However, hellish is your situation and worse is your guilt. You hate your children and your husband-whom you once treasured and forsook everything for- and wish only death, though you're sure it can't get better. God's done nothing for you, why should He start now?