I don’t know how much longer I can go on believing that this house is a home, that it’s filled with happiness. Despite working from home and telling me that you will be more of a family man, more involved because this job will allow you to do that. Majority of the time I have to bring my son into the bathroom with me because you can’t watch him for 2 minutes. “Please can you watch him so I can just shower I’ll be as quick as I can” “Please just watch Zach for 5 minutes so I can eat something” Mr big shot at the gym, dozens of friends, can drive and go wherever and whenever he likes, can do whatever he wants to do, and only “help” when it suits him (and then moans about it) I’ve had to stop my cleaning job, because of you. You’ve ripped away all the things that started to give me my independence back, I don’t go to the gym anymore I had to quit because of you. You know that I have nowhere else to turn to, isn’t that why we’re so far from our families? Because you need me to depend solely on you, so you have control over me. You take me for granted because you know that I’ll always be here, at home, waiting for you to come back. You go about your day to day life, and just forget that I’m still here. You’re blissfully unaware of the darkness that overwhelms my mind everyday.
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