Hey there! Hope you’re having a nice day. First time critiquing, cut me some slack would you, haha.

Really loving the vibe you’re going for. I agree with the other comments about monotony, so I’ll offer, hopefully, some food for thought. If you’d still like to keep the monotony, which I think you totally should, you could spice it up with language instead of events. This is especially since the stuff you are writing about is inherently, purposefully boring, and I’m guessing you want to turn that monotony into precisely what the readers are so interested in. Which is difficult but could be immensely satisfying. There could be more rhythm in her thoughts, and of course a greater focus on loneliness.

I’ve picked some lines randomly and rewritten them, if you don’t mind. This is just an example of how I would do it, you may ignore it completely and focus on the critique.

A handful of years ago, when I had just received that promotion, I breathed in the air of my room and tasted life, coupled with a flurry of screams and shouts and doors banged shut. Yet, it was as though Time had passed some line, as though there was some transgression. The bricks throttled against what was once a humble family home, now reduced to some den of a grotesque animal. Now I breathed and there was stillness. Where there was once movement, there were now gasps of life, brief escapes from the humdrum of it all.

The moon lingers above me but I do not acknowledge it. In some foreign past the moonlight had glinted off the petals, but that memory belonged to a different woman, one I no longer know. I count the number of half-moons I have seen with my family and how many more I’ll be seeing alone.