Katherine Flann...Katherine Flannigan

I’m just a shell of what I once was - a fragile flower crushed by the weight of expectation. My life’s a facade, a carefully crafted illusion of perfection, hiding the truth behind my warm smile. As a homemaker, I pour my heart into every dish, every cake, every stitch, a desperate attempt to fill the void within me. People see a devoted wife, a doting mother, but they don’t see the yearning, the ache that gnaws at my very core. In the quiet moments, when no one’s watching, I let myself dream, of a life untethered, of passions unleashed. But those dreams are fleeting, lost in the haze of reality.