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we're done. i can feel it this time. no real fighting, but no real talking. and i don't think i care to try to fix it this time. i may change my mind, but for now, for me, all i can do is wait to afford to move out. so sad to say it like this. i work 35+ hours a week, go to class the other 4 nights a week, clean the place, do the laundry and take care of the cats. for him, i will make sure his laundry is done, will bring him food, ask him about his day every day, talk about football when a guy isn't around to do so. he buys the groceries and pays the rent. then lectures me on how i got strep throat because i don't eat vegetables, i get sick because i don't eat right so its my fault. today my car breaking all the time became my fault cause i don't do upkeep on it (even though i do). to him i am a hot mess that is hopeless. i miss the conor that used to care if i was happy, not blame me when i wasn't.
we aren't married. this is my year. i'm not tolerating this anymore.
we aren't married. this is my year. i'm not tolerating this anymore.