I felt stuck in hawaii. We only had one car so when he left to work I was stuck at home with two kids. I was new to the area, didn't have any friends, and lived in a semi industrial part of Aiea (for those of you who know). The mall was a little ways down the street, but the prospect of walking at 8 months pregnant with a double stroller did not appeal to me. Another thing is that we lived on a hill so I would have to walk down the hill and then back up, not to mention that Hawaii is a humid state.
I know that Hawaii is suppose to be paradise but but not being able to experience it, all I could think was that this is hell. My day once again was divided into two, this time though it wasn't dependent on whether he was home but if I had a car. So it became my trap vs my freedom. Just to escape and take my kids to a park, or walk in the air conditioned mall was what I waited for.
It became this odd dynamic he came home (his sanctuary) and wanted to stay home and play with his kids and spend time with me, I wanted to leave the home (my prison) and go frolic at the park or shop.
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