My mum's boyfriend not only flashed me once, but twice. He's a sick individual, and my mum won't kick him out because he has no where to go, but I have to move out. You know what he's doing for his punishment? Counseling.
I'm disgusted. I feel betrayed by my own mum and I can't be home when he's home. He's asked about my sex life, if I'm a virgin, that I should dress more womanly, get a boob job. He watches porn when he thinks we're not looking, he disappears without a word for days to the point my mum had to file a missing person's report.
I can't even find a room to rent in town. I can't stand being around people right now, and I can't be bothered to put on fake, positive expression on.
I want to do terrible things, like tell family and friends what he's done...but I don't have it in me to do it. Now I have to carry this on my own forever.
I hope my mum feels ashamed for keeping a low life like him in her house. He's lucky I'm not a minor.
I've never had such a dislike to someone so much in my entire life. I told my mum once I move out I want nothing to do with him ever again. I'm never looking back. I feel sick.
I feel like I'm going into a depressive episode and my fleeting suicidal thoughts have been more frequent and in my face. I just am so done with everything. Like I am not gonna kill myself because I have so much to live for and people who depend on me and my dog but I just am so done. I honestly just want to do a bunch of drugs and not care anymore my anxiety about everything is terrible and I am...
my new narration job. I don't know if I can do it. The anxiety is too much. It won't go away, and it just keeps getting worse! I can't stop crying! I never cry! I can't eat. My stomach is in knots! how do people do this! I don't know what's worse, the anxiety, or the thought of quiting! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!