Every time I think about how I moved in with my boyfriend, I get a sense of dread – like suffocating slowly. It’s not just the new-move nerves and the frustration that comes with living with someone for the first time. I’ve been here two months and it’s been growing. A feeling like I’ve trapped myself in a bad situation. Not dangerous, per se. Just bad – neglectful and negative. I don’t need that. But I don’t know how to get out without losing everything. So I just sit here, feeling like I’m choking every minute that I’m in this house.
