Well, I did it. I broke up with my boyfriend and will move back to my hometown. I will have to find a job and flat in the city nearby but I will be with my family! After five years it’s safe to come home. I’M COMING HOME. I can’t believe it. I thought I’d never say that again.
I will never have to listen to his harsh swearing. I’ll never have to serve him any way ever. I will live for me and my family. He will never make me believe that things he did never happened and I made them up again. No more angry man in my home when denied intimacy, blaming me for everything that gets damaged, his own laziness and unsucess, no more trying to say everything perfectly so that he would understand right away and not get angry.
There’s so many things that come with this decision and most of them free me. I will get to sleep how much and when I want to. I will get to choose where I put my things. I will have quiet evenings. When I’m sick I will get uninterrupted rest. I will do my laundry only and wash my dishes and clean my mess and never have to beg anyone to chip in. I will buy my own food and not feed a man from my own pocket. I will buy furniture that is not gray and ‘getlemany’. My sheets won’t be yellow and smelly after three days.
I can’t wait for this version of me.















