I'm so fucking scared and miserable right now.
I'm not exactly sure where to start, so you'll have to excuse me if this is a little incoherent.
Background:
I've never been one to make friends easily, I've always had one or two close friends, and a bunch of people I'll hang out with if we happen to be in the same place.
In 2004 I moved from upstate NY to Philly to live with my aunt, mostly in order to get out of my Mom's house. While I do love her, it is impossible for us to be in the same place for more than about two weeks without getting into nasty fights.
Right now I have three people I count as friend, which is a record high for me.
In September I started dating one of them, and I have never been happier. We click in all the right places, but we're still different enough that it doesn't feel like talking to myself. He is the only person I've felt comfortable crying in front of in as long as I can remember, and he's the reason I can let myself cry as I'm typing instead of trying to keep it all inside and making it worse. We're completely in love, and we're gonna get married someday. He's the light in my life right now, not because I'm scary and dependent, but because the rest of my life really sucks.
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In January my mom came for a visit. She took my BF and I out to breakfast, and told me that we were going to have a meeting with my aunt that evening. I asked her if it was anything I should be worried about, but she assured me that it wasn't, they just wanted to talk about where we I was headed with my life. We made plans to go out dancing afterwards.
At the meeting she told me that my aunt was going into debt for me and that if I didn't have a better job by June, I'd have to move back in with one of my parents.
I was completely and utterly floored. The thing is, I had no idea that the money I was able to give my aunt from my shitty retail job that I hated wasn't enough to match the expense of having me live with her. Yeah, I wanted to be able to give her more money, but that was because I wanted to pay her at least a token rent, not just room and board.
I don't really remember the details of the rest of the conversation because I was in a haze of shock and rage and fear.
I spent the rest of the evening sobbing into my boyfriends shoulder, and it was all I could do to stay civil to my mother the rest of the weekend.
My aunt did confide in me that she hadn't meant my mother to take such a hard tack, and June was a little more of a guideline than a hard and fast deadline.
Now it's approaching the end of the first week in May, and I've had two interviews which seemed promising, but nothing came of them.
It's been nearly a month since I got enough sleep on a weeknight, I've been worrying so much.
My entire life is here, the thought of having to move back to upstate NY makes me want to scream, makes me cry. It feels like the end of the world. I literally can't picture life after June if I can't stay here. I feel like someone has hold of my soul and is slowly ripping it out of me.
I'm not exactly sure where to start, so you'll have to excuse me if this is a little incoherent.
Background:
I've never been one to make friends easily, I've always had one or two close friends, and a bunch of people I'll hang out with if we happen to be in the same place.
In 2004 I moved from upstate NY to Philly to live with my aunt, mostly in order to get out of my Mom's house. While I do love her, it is impossible for us to be in the same place for more than about two weeks without getting into nasty fights.
Right now I have three people I count as friend, which is a record high for me.
In September I started dating one of them, and I have never been happier. We click in all the right places, but we're still different enough that it doesn't feel like talking to myself. He is the only person I've felt comfortable crying in front of in as long as I can remember, and he's the reason I can let myself cry as I'm typing instead of trying to keep it all inside and making it worse. We're completely in love, and we're gonna get married someday. He's the light in my life right now, not because I'm scary and dependent, but because the rest of my life really sucks.
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In January my mom came for a visit. She took my BF and I out to breakfast, and told me that we were going to have a meeting with my aunt that evening. I asked her if it was anything I should be worried about, but she assured me that it wasn't, they just wanted to talk about where we I was headed with my life. We made plans to go out dancing afterwards.
At the meeting she told me that my aunt was going into debt for me and that if I didn't have a better job by June, I'd have to move back in with one of my parents.
I was completely and utterly floored. The thing is, I had no idea that the money I was able to give my aunt from my shitty retail job that I hated wasn't enough to match the expense of having me live with her. Yeah, I wanted to be able to give her more money, but that was because I wanted to pay her at least a token rent, not just room and board.
I don't really remember the details of the rest of the conversation because I was in a haze of shock and rage and fear.
I spent the rest of the evening sobbing into my boyfriends shoulder, and it was all I could do to stay civil to my mother the rest of the weekend.
My aunt did confide in me that she hadn't meant my mother to take such a hard tack, and June was a little more of a guideline than a hard and fast deadline.
Now it's approaching the end of the first week in May, and I've had two interviews which seemed promising, but nothing came of them.
It's been nearly a month since I got enough sleep on a weeknight, I've been worrying so much.
My entire life is here, the thought of having to move back to upstate NY makes me want to scream, makes me cry. It feels like the end of the world. I literally can't picture life after June if I can't stay here. I feel like someone has hold of my soul and is slowly ripping it out of me.
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