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I just want to go home. This life I've created is no longer worth it anymore -- it's time to start anew. I'm putting MY foot down, I'm tired of people never hearing me out, never listening to what I have to say. Every day I have to sit and hear about the problems that face people, but does anyone ask me how I'm doing? What's bothering me? No. No one gives a shit.
I come home and I find laundry everywhere and the room in disarray. There is no interest in cleaning unless I have a panic attack and flip out about it. I spent a hour yesterday folding dirty clothes so more dirty clothes would fit in the hamper for her, and she acted like I was better than her for doing so. Bullshit. I am so tired of this, when I try to be nice she just fucking pulls a bullshit faacade and makes me out to be the bad guy in some way or another.
I demand she actually wash some of her clothes today (yes, I demanded it because it is disgusting to me) and she throws a fit. I lost it. It is impossible for me to find a way to communicate with her without walking on pins and needles no matter what we are seemingly talking about. I honestly feel like I don't care anymore about this place, her, or anything else. Could this be the biggest mistake of my life and now every day I am living the consequence of my inital action of leaving my life in Georgia? I am not ready to live with someone, because apparently I'm not even ready to live with myself.
Merry Christmas.
I come home and I find laundry everywhere and the room in disarray. There is no interest in cleaning unless I have a panic attack and flip out about it. I spent a hour yesterday folding dirty clothes so more dirty clothes would fit in the hamper for her, and she acted like I was better than her for doing so. Bullshit. I am so tired of this, when I try to be nice she just fucking pulls a bullshit faacade and makes me out to be the bad guy in some way or another.
I demand she actually wash some of her clothes today (yes, I demanded it because it is disgusting to me) and she throws a fit. I lost it. It is impossible for me to find a way to communicate with her without walking on pins and needles no matter what we are seemingly talking about. I honestly feel like I don't care anymore about this place, her, or anything else. Could this be the biggest mistake of my life and now every day I am living the consequence of my inital action of leaving my life in Georgia? I am not ready to live with someone, because apparently I'm not even ready to live with myself.
Merry Christmas.