My life
Alex and I moved out September 7th. He was mad at me the first day. Because I had my friends there and that made him feel like no one was gettting things moved it. We moved on to flume street and began our life together with my parents hating me for my decision and my brothers tears echoing in the back of my head. At first I loved it... he loved me. Summer was great and I never had to deal with Quinn and our break up. I was blissfully ignorant to what was about to repeat.
Alex started to really fade away on my birthday, though it had started before that. He didn't buy me a present and didn't have time to cash his check for dinner. He bought me bread sticks at WinCo and we watched TV. Then he stopped coming home at night and on fridays and saturdays I could expect him to be gone until 3 or 4 in the morning. I sat around, crying mostly for 3 months. No one understanding. I didn't even have a vice like before wtih alcohol or weed. I just had myself and the tv.
I moved back home a week ago. 35 pounds heavier and with literally nothing. No money, no friends and absolutely no self respect. He doesn't care about me. He hasn't for months and probably the last couple of years.
I've sat around doing a lot of thinking for a long time now. I sabotaged my relationship with Quinn because of Alex, I killed my mom and my dad and my brother and my future in college to make it work... And now Im back at home with nothing.
My friends know what happened and are supportive but they are all so far away. So I reached out to who I had around me who was willing to be there for me. Beth. She works with me at comp, where i work again by the way, and she is being a better friend to me than i've had in months. Now I'm about to lose Whitney over it because of a long history with beth. Its hard because Whitney is so far away though and I'd love to be a loyal friend to her. but i need interaction and to get out of the house. I dont know. i just need to be around beth.
i think she needs me too. this is going to change everything.
Alex started to really fade away on my birthday, though it had started before that. He didn't buy me a present and didn't have time to cash his check for dinner. He bought me bread sticks at WinCo and we watched TV. Then he stopped coming home at night and on fridays and saturdays I could expect him to be gone until 3 or 4 in the morning. I sat around, crying mostly for 3 months. No one understanding. I didn't even have a vice like before wtih alcohol or weed. I just had myself and the tv.
I moved back home a week ago. 35 pounds heavier and with literally nothing. No money, no friends and absolutely no self respect. He doesn't care about me. He hasn't for months and probably the last couple of years.
I've sat around doing a lot of thinking for a long time now. I sabotaged my relationship with Quinn because of Alex, I killed my mom and my dad and my brother and my future in college to make it work... And now Im back at home with nothing.
My friends know what happened and are supportive but they are all so far away. So I reached out to who I had around me who was willing to be there for me. Beth. She works with me at comp, where i work again by the way, and she is being a better friend to me than i've had in months. Now I'm about to lose Whitney over it because of a long history with beth. Its hard because Whitney is so far away though and I'd love to be a loyal friend to her. but i need interaction and to get out of the house. I dont know. i just need to be around beth.
i think she needs me too. this is going to change everything.