My paychecks went to groceries, bills, and entertainment. His went to furniture, investments, HIS credit card bills. Now I'm at a loss for any proof that anything is even half mine.
Not living where I want to live. Desperately want to move. Tired of being treated like a barefooted slave. If food isn't on the table, it's the end of the world. If the weekend doesn't involve HIS plans for a good time, its the end of the world.
I don't remember the last time we even did something I want to do. Want to move, want to live on my own, but still love him. Afraid to abandon him. Afraid to be on my own as well (even though I KNOW I could make it and succeed far better than he could).
Any advice, helpful or not, silly or serious, whatever you got. You all know that ONE word can trigger a thousand thoughts. Many thanks in advance. Cheers to my friends in the UK.
Merry Christmas!
2007-12-16
20:21:44
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18 answers
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Emily Chicago
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