blood orange
Member
- Sep 14, 2018
- 81
Hi to some people that might remember me and some that don't. Hello, unfamiliar and new people.
I never really said goodbye last time and now that I've found myself here again. It may have been too soon.
I ended up returning to the duplex to feed my cat and leave him a lot of food at my ex's. One thing led to another and my ex/housemate proceeded to strangle me. I struggled and fled, never to come back to that place again.
(My cat is probably doing okay, he never reciprocates the guy's affections and is probably thoroughly marking the carpet to this day)
My estranged family took me in briefly, but the expectation was for me to leave their home too. I never received or sought help for my mental illness nor trauma that was endured from being assaulted.
I ended up finding a job, promoted—then got a neat place of my own. I just thought if I could fake a sense of normalcy, maybe I'd get used to it. But as soon as it was around the time of year I was strangled, I just lost it. I stopped going to work or leaving the house.
In December, I was booted from my apartment and have been living in my car since. My family and friends remain unaware of my situation, though they're probably tired of dealing with them. I have nothing to offer in the relationship, all I do is take.
Soon, my car will probably be repo'd and with it being -20 to as low as -50 Fahrenheit here, I'll probably succumb to exposure outside.
I never really said goodbye last time and now that I've found myself here again. It may have been too soon.
I ended up returning to the duplex to feed my cat and leave him a lot of food at my ex's. One thing led to another and my ex/housemate proceeded to strangle me. I struggled and fled, never to come back to that place again.
(My cat is probably doing okay, he never reciprocates the guy's affections and is probably thoroughly marking the carpet to this day)
My estranged family took me in briefly, but the expectation was for me to leave their home too. I never received or sought help for my mental illness nor trauma that was endured from being assaulted.
I ended up finding a job, promoted—then got a neat place of my own. I just thought if I could fake a sense of normalcy, maybe I'd get used to it. But as soon as it was around the time of year I was strangled, I just lost it. I stopped going to work or leaving the house.
In December, I was booted from my apartment and have been living in my car since. My family and friends remain unaware of my situation, though they're probably tired of dealing with them. I have nothing to offer in the relationship, all I do is take.
Soon, my car will probably be repo'd and with it being -20 to as low as -50 Fahrenheit here, I'll probably succumb to exposure outside.