The last post was 3 weeks in to living away from C. Now I'm two months in.
It's still shit, but I'm coping better than in the beginning. It's weird living with family. Sometimes it's awesome, and it's really nice to be spending time with them. Other times I want to scream.
I'm so grateful that they're letting me stay, I'd never have been able to save otherwise. But I feel like my teenage self again. Trapped in a town with nothing to do, no bloody money (it's all in savings) and painfully aware of the lack of sex! It's still more sex than my fat teen self got, but far too sporadic! Also, it has to be sneaky and quiet, as we're both staying with family! It really is like being a teenager!
It's looking like we'll be in the house before xmas, but that's all we know. Also, my cat is getting fatter at my mum and dad's house. He's stealing food from their geriatric, partially toothless cats. And I think he might be gay. He keeps trying to bum their cats. They are both males, and not interested. I'll support his lifestyle choices of course, he has to follow his little rainbow striped heart. But he needs to stop trying to make straight cats feel the same way. It'll only end in heartbreak.
Well, thus ends another rambling post. I'm off to search for decor ideas on Houzzz, which displays only houses belonging to millionaires. *sigh* living the dream. Xxxx
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