#split up

Take That - Said It All 😁

But the Outsiders split up—months ago!

Its hardest when you come home and the house is empty, I want to sit down and tell you about my day, laugh and worry together, maybe let out a cry as everything is just overwhelming and stressful as always. I miss our old apartment, something we picked out and built together, decorated every wall together, placed every furniture as a team, I miss that. This is my very first apartment where you didn’t help, I didn’t ask your opinion about what went where, and I wish I did, I wish we had never been kicked out. I guess things happen for a reason, but whatever reason, it’s really fucking shitty. Life has been overall really fucking shitty for quite some time now, even though I feel like most things are okay - the departments that need work - REALLY need work, my mental health, my physical health, my parenting abilities, my child’s behavior, my relationship, my commitment problems, my stability overall, my relationships with friends, drawing boundaries, the list probably could keep going but I’ll stop it right there.

I guess I just really fucking miss you, and I wish you were here, and I know why you’re not and it really cuts deep and I only have myself to blame. Ouch.