I'm burning out and I just want to go. Somewhere. Anywhere. I want to go live alone and have peace and be able to listen to my music and talk to my friends and talk to myself and eat the foods I like without being insulted or screamed at. Why is everything my fault? I put my life on hold for him, and then did it again in order to pull his girlfriend out of a mess.
I was going to go back to college next month, and instead my tuition is going toward bailing his girlfriend out. I don't begrudge her that, but I think I deserve some basic human decency here. Just...I work 60 hour weeks to support him, I gave up all my savings to get him out of a bad situation, and I feel like I'm being punished for it. My home is disgusting, and I dread coming back because I know that if I'm not perfectly silent and if I don't do everything myself, I'm going to get screamed out.
I am so, so burned out and I just want to die.