Your childhood house was bustling. But not in a way that helped. The living room was a hub of laziness - your sisters were sprawled on the couch, while their husbands flipped through channels on the tv. You clenched your jaw; every task - big or small - seemed to have become your responsibility since your dad’s heart attack a few days ago.

And it didn’t help that you had to deal with moving on from your break up. Your boyfriend of eight years, Ben, wasn’t ready for marriage. It still feels like a punch to the gut. But you can’t force him. And he can’t force you to stay. So you broke up. That was three weeks ago.