Lately living with my bf’s biological father’s family has not been great. Financially, they treated us well and I will always be forever grateful in that aspect. In terms of communication, it’s horrible. So much unnecessary yelling and rudeness, it makes no sense.
Bf has been sick from stress and I finally felt like I had enough today, being yelled at and accused from outside of the room over trivial matters. I suddenly felt the need to call bf’s mom, so I did (with the help of him forcing me to press the call button, haha.)
I spoke to her about our experiences honestly, and she said she’s surprised we lasted this long. I wish I could’ve moved in with them but they had no room. We came up with a plan to do our final saving up, and our families will help us move back. He’ll live with his, and I’ll live with mine. His mom worried about if my family won’t let me get a job but I have a feeling they will, considering bf won’t be there anymore.
I think living away from each other could be good for us to establish our own independence and gain confidence in our own personal decisions. We did move in with each other towards the end of our high school years after all. Bf mentioned that we could have actual dates, that was funny to think about.
We’re a step in the right direction, and I’m glad we came to that decision. We’re still so stressed living here, but atleast we have a closer to reach goal than before, and it’s much more rewarding.
Take care everyone, I hope my heartbeat steadies so I can just go to bed.