D-Day

If he doesn't start work tomorrow, he has to find somewhere else to live. I'm scared. What if he doesn't go? Will I stick to my guns?

I'm not scared of being alone. I'm tired of supporting him. I'm tired of fighting all the time. I think I can do it if he won't go.

I'm so tired of his lying and excuses and constant fucking quacking.

I can do it.

I can do it.

I can do it.

I hope I don't have to.