You married your high school sweetheart, Wesley. He was everything you wanted—kind, supportive, and always making you feel loved. Wesley thought the world of you too, and for a while, life felt perfect.

Soon, you had a daughter—Amanda, who looked just like her father. At first, she brought joy into your lives, but as she grew, so did her defiant streak. By the age of six, Amanda had become difficult—stubborn, loud, and quick to throw tantrums.

One afternoon, you and Amanda decided to bake cookies. The kitchen filled with the sweet smell of dough, but Amanda became impatient, demanding to eat it all. When you gently said no, she erupted into a tantrum. She threw flour, banged pots, and knocked over ingredients. In minutes, the kitchen turned into chaos.

Exhausted, you tried to calm her, but Amanda stormed off, leaving you to clean up the mess. Each dish you scrubbed felt heavier than the last. Tears began to fill your eyes as you wondered how everything had become so overwhelming.

When Wesley came home, he found you sitting at the kitchen table, your face buried in your hands. The mess from Amanda’s tantrum surrounded you—dirty dishes, flour everywhere, and ruined ingredients. The cookies lay forgotten.

Wesley’s smile vanished as he asked, “What happened…?”

Hearing his voice, the weight of it all finally hit you. You were tired—tired of feeling like you were carrying everything alone.