That's it, I can't take this anymore. I have become a mom to him. Cleaning everything after him, cooking for him, doing the laundry, dressing him, and making sure he has dry socks with him just because he refuses to look stupid in snow boots. Crying over all the money he spends, crying because he doesn't pay the bills and we're in debt, stressing because he gambles all the money down the drain, meanwhile, he just sits there hungover drinking beer and shoving sweets down his throat and playing PlayStation. HOW THE HELL DID I END UP WITH THIS MAN??? This is not how he was in the beginning... His fat ass is just using me... but he comes home and tells me I'm beautiful and that he loves me, buys me a flower once a year, calms me while I'm depressed, and stays with me throughout the times when I hear voices and am suffering form delusions... and that is enough for me... I'm pathetic. He says he does everything for me... but the truth is he's doing it for himself. He's working overtime for himself. He used to atleast do the cooking, but that was just because he was hungry. He used to go to the gym with me but he did it only for himself. He tolerates my mood swings but only because his ex is a fcking psycho and a monster, my mood swings are nothing in comparison with her crazy ass. He's just desensitized...
...and I will never leave him because I love him for some reason, and if I leave, he will drink himself into a coma. If something happens I will be left to deal with his ex and their 12 cats that live with us. Yes 12... she also has 12. They have this cat shelter thing., but really shes just a cat-hoarding alcoholic. And If I leave and he can't take care of the cats anymore, they will have to be put to sleep, and it will be my fault. If I leave, he will end up on the street... the cats will end up on the street, hell be dead without me... and I have nothing else going on... so I guess this is my life now. Being a mother to a grown-ass lazy man. I feel trapped. Used. And I hate myself...
there was a reason I was born hating romantic relationships, it was so that I wouldn't end up like this. But I did. I failed myself. I want to not be anymore. Life is over.. Over... game over. My hands are literally shaking as I write this. I feel like rock bottom... and above it all no one is hiring me. like wtf... wtf had I done with my life
I'm getting really unstable and I will be alone all day until 10 pm. I'm afraid I won't handle it.
...and I will never leave him because I love him for some reason, and if I leave, he will drink himself into a coma. If something happens I will be left to deal with his ex and their 12 cats that live with us. Yes 12... she also has 12. They have this cat shelter thing., but really shes just a cat-hoarding alcoholic. And If I leave and he can't take care of the cats anymore, they will have to be put to sleep, and it will be my fault. If I leave, he will end up on the street... the cats will end up on the street, hell be dead without me... and I have nothing else going on... so I guess this is my life now. Being a mother to a grown-ass lazy man. I feel trapped. Used. And I hate myself...
there was a reason I was born hating romantic relationships, it was so that I wouldn't end up like this. But I did. I failed myself. I want to not be anymore. Life is over.. Over... game over. My hands are literally shaking as I write this. I feel like rock bottom... and above it all no one is hiring me. like wtf... wtf had I done with my life
I'm getting really unstable and I will be alone all day until 10 pm. I'm afraid I won't handle it.