I woke up this afternoon feeling so strange. It’s not my room, it’s not my bed, and nothing feels familiar. My family isn’t here, and suddenly there’s a man, my husband, sharing my personal space for the first time. I don’t even know how to explain it, but I feel like an impostor just walking around and doing things in this place.
Glorious. I was already living part time elsewhere during high school. I only came home around 2 am to shower, change, sleep before leaving for school in the morning. I moved out as soon as possible after graduation and never went back. I’ve got tons of debt and no savings but staying at home was not safe physically or mentally.