I entrust these secrets to you. To hold, to read, to keep if you please.
I’m so angry. Living here is so hard. I thought living with my other half’s parents would be fine. But it’s not. His step dad has said two words to me in the whole time we are together. He makes living her awful. And he makes the other half ill. Petty, disgusting little man, bullying people half his age.
I thought we would only be here for awhile but no. I’m still stuck in this tiny room. I thought we would move out, but the two of us have to share the tiny room, while the other half’s brother has a large room all to himself. All my belonging are at my parents house, hours away. On a night we have to put out two single mattresses on the floor next to each other. I have one that’s broken, springs popping out everywhere. Sticking in my back. And the other half’s brother plays loud music and bangs around till the wee hours. He has friends over, and they’re really loud. All I can hear is them really loud. And I feel trapped. This place is a prison. And the other half doesn't have a job so were stuck until he gets one. It’s really hard.
I can’t wait until I can go back to uni, just over a year away. We can move away, and my student loan will cover the flat and the other half will work part time to pay the bills.
And I’ve not even started on work.
More later.