MouseWedger
Gold Member
Im not sure if this belongs to this forum or in depression, but it needs to be out. Can't hold it in anymore. Don't want to. Feels toxic, has fangs. Can't do it, can't keep it.
Husband and I are moving in with his parents tomorrow. Can't afford to pay rent because he doesn't make enough money and workers comp doesn't give me my full pay. Part of me blames him, and his drinking. Then I feel bad. But still... if he hadn't waited four months after losing his job... savings. We'd still have it. If he didn't drink so much. I know I should be packing but I can't anymore. Too hard, keep crying. Don't want to leave. Even now, laying in bed holding a bear from childhood, dog asleep on my foot its so much easier to just cry. Husband came and kissed me goodnight on my head, had a flashback to childhood. Laying in my bed trying not to cry, don't want to go to Devil Lady's tomorrow, dad comes, kisses my hair. Whispers goodnight, and he loves me. Leaves, then I cry. I feel like that little girl again. Can't keep it in.
The move has caused all sorts of feelings to come out. Cant control them. Found ants in the kitchen today. All of a sudden I am six dealing with an infestation again, slapping at them with a towel, shaking, screaming, trying not to cry. No longer a grown woman. Sometimes I'm ten, begging the Devil Lady not to make us move again, crying all the time. It never matters, she always makes me pack my things. Tonight I'm just a quiet twelve year old with quiet resolve. I have nothing more to say. Not to anyones face, to an actual person. Id rather hold the dog, pretend she has the answers to my problems, even though I know she's just as confused as me right now. I feel like a child, lost. Hurting. Afraid to sleep because it means tomorrow will be here when I open my eyes. I don't want it to be here. Not yet. Its too soon. Make it go away.
Husband and I are moving in with his parents tomorrow. Can't afford to pay rent because he doesn't make enough money and workers comp doesn't give me my full pay. Part of me blames him, and his drinking. Then I feel bad. But still... if he hadn't waited four months after losing his job... savings. We'd still have it. If he didn't drink so much. I know I should be packing but I can't anymore. Too hard, keep crying. Don't want to leave. Even now, laying in bed holding a bear from childhood, dog asleep on my foot its so much easier to just cry. Husband came and kissed me goodnight on my head, had a flashback to childhood. Laying in my bed trying not to cry, don't want to go to Devil Lady's tomorrow, dad comes, kisses my hair. Whispers goodnight, and he loves me. Leaves, then I cry. I feel like that little girl again. Can't keep it in.
The move has caused all sorts of feelings to come out. Cant control them. Found ants in the kitchen today. All of a sudden I am six dealing with an infestation again, slapping at them with a towel, shaking, screaming, trying not to cry. No longer a grown woman. Sometimes I'm ten, begging the Devil Lady not to make us move again, crying all the time. It never matters, she always makes me pack my things. Tonight I'm just a quiet twelve year old with quiet resolve. I have nothing more to say. Not to anyones face, to an actual person. Id rather hold the dog, pretend she has the answers to my problems, even though I know she's just as confused as me right now. I feel like a child, lost. Hurting. Afraid to sleep because it means tomorrow will be here when I open my eyes. I don't want it to be here. Not yet. Its too soon. Make it go away.