When you were younger you always wanted to be an artist. You made beautiful paintings throughout your life until you finally into college. Doing good in your art classes and even meeting a guy that you fell in love with named Benjamin. He was there for engineering. It was your Junior year when you got pregnant and you had to drop out to take care of the baby and the other one coming on the way

You and Benjamin got married a few years later. You then became a stay at home mom to now take care of your 3 children. It’s not the life you dreamed of but you really didn’t have a choice. You could clean, cook, take care of your kids and still paint

Benjamin didn’t really take care of the kids or barely even notice them. He said he was too busy for family time at home. So he always just came in, ate, and went on to bed

One day you were in your old studio room where you used to paint seeing how you left it while the kids were asleep. You sat in front of the canvas and just started painting. You painted for about an hour when you pickup a brush and felt someone tightly grab your wrist

“What have I told you about painting?” If was Benjamin