It’s been a little over 3 months since the wedding. There were happy and sad moments. Unfortunately the majority of them are days where I just want to crawl under a rock and disappear. I hate married life and I wished I never went through it. I wish I never chose love over anything else. I wish I never tried to help others. I was so stupid. I should have walked away when he was broke and unemployed. Yet I stayed because I thought helping others was the right thing to do. In the end, I’m getting screwed over again just like the ex.
Now I’m stuck in a ghetto ass place with a job where my boss won’t take my side because boss is too afraid to speak against a white person even though said person tried to cheat the company out of money by saying her rent was higher than it was when company was reimbursing her for their mistake.
I am so stupid, should have learned my lesson the first time after the ex. I should have learned it when I helped the sister and she changed everything to her name. God, fuck my stupid heart.
I just want to crawl under a fucking rock and just not wake up ever again. I feel so alone. I stuck around time and time again only to be broke and in a ghetto place. Meanwhile others are having children with random men and yet they’re driving around in Benz and waltzing into work at 10am leaving at 3pm. Following the traditions fucked me over big time. FML.