Hey reader. My in law is not in touch with reality. Whatsoever. She thinks I can get by with one shit job. No, I need at least 2.
She's trying to tell me I'm not as bad off as I think I am if I just don't pay certain bills. And I said no, it will barely cover the mortgage. No way am I fucking up my own life like that. Fuck that.
I know how much I need to survive, just survive with no food anyway lol.
I have no idea how I'm going to make it. No damn idea.
I'm going to try at any rate. Because I have no choice.
She still has a wad of money that is supposed to go to my mortgage but she won't give it to me so I can be safe. Because she's ... She is who she is.
I care but I don't. Because once I am on my feet I am gone.
I can't deal here.
Still sober.
Still want to not be.
Son at least gets out other than work.
Other than my job I have the other house. And she spies on me if I go there ffs.
Fucking weird. Anyway. I'm tired and hurting and can't do shit about it. Yay.
I'm just done right now.
If I could I wouldn't be here anymore. But I can't. So I stay.
I wish I could have been the one to die. It would be easier.
S
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