We had the cliff picked out. If nobody wanted us to exist then we would take the children and disappear. The fight seemed futile. Phil didn't need to win, all he needed to do was pay. How could I leave my children in a world that didn't exist? Where everything was fake. It didn't matter that the law was on our side because we were going to lose anyway. I had been informed unabashedly by one attorney that it was a unified front. We were all alone in a world that had turned completely upside down. Desperation had set in and our life was imploding. The stress had gotten so bad that most nights we found ourselves at the bottom of a liquor bottle that was getting harder and harder to crawl out of when the day came to slap us in the face. Some nights I passed out hoping not to wake up in the morning. It was almost impossible to keep breathing. Society had cast us out and we felt the harsh reality of our situation. America was not a free country and we were slaves, our children were slaves, everyone around us was a slave. The history I had been taught to believe in did not exist. All lies. How could any of this be? Phil had taken everything and there is nothing like the wrath of a billionaire to make you feel utterly and completely worthless. Renee was losing it. I was losing it. Would we do it this time? I was weighing all the options in my mind. I looked back at the children who were blissfully unaware of what I was thinking. They had learned to shield each other from the chaos over the years and their happy faces worked to give me pause. Would their last moments in this world be moments of terror and despair as our car careened off of a cliff? I imagined the sounds of their screams and the looks on their faces as our car hit the open air. How were we supposed to keep doing this? You don't start a fight with a giant and walk away. We were in a dark tunnel without a flashlight and everyone was telling us to give up. Every institution, everything that I had been taught to believe in was a lie. America did not exist at all. It was not about right or wrong, it was just about who had more money and Phil had more then enough to bury us. We were Nike's dirty little secret and we were being left to rot in a deep dark pit.
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