Untitled.
Moving out of John’s place sometime this week. I need to be out of here by Saturday. Not my choice. His parents want me out.
I’m thinking it’s because I don’t have a job…yet. His parents said things are getting too stressful here. I think they’re just tired of me. But idek. I just know I gotta get out of here.
I REALLY don’t want to. But, I have no choice. I think Ima move back to my parent’s house. Ugggghhhhh.
I’m not worried about me and John. I think we’ll stay together. Will it be easy? Absolutely not. We can work through it, though. For sure.
Ima miss seeing him all the time. But, maybe the time away will be good for us. It’ll give us time to focus on ourselves, do our own thing, get our lives seperate from each other on the right track before finally getting our own place. I’ll save money, whether I’m getting paid to babysit or working or whatever, I will save.
I’m tired of John stressing about how he can’t do things to support us. I don’t want him to support the both of us. I want us both to work and have us bring in two incomes, not just one. I’ve lived in a household for too long to know the struggles of one person working and paying all the bills.
I Love John very much and I’m going to do my part.
