I have been following this man’s story since day one.. and every day he amazes me. To have that much strength to give it your all every single day is incredible.

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THIS

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Okay. So I’m moving in with my boyfriend (of 4 years, give or take). I’ve been so excited up until this past week, the week and a half before we move in. I don’t think I’ve ever been so sad, frustrated, stressed, upset, etc. in my life. It’s like he doesn’t want to do or help with anything. I understand money is tight.. but he could still help. The landlord wants us to put in a new toilet (which she’ll pay for) and tile the bathroom floor.. I don’t know if I’m being too needy or what, but I would like it done before we move in. So the floor isn’t torn apart and we have no toilet while moving in. And he yells at me when I keep asking when he plans on doing it. If I knew what I was doing.. I’d do it myself. However, I can help him. But I work two jobs so the two days I’m not working is when I need shit to get done. That’s when I can help and basically get on his ass to actually do something. Now this is all beside the point.

His mom. I don’t even know how to describe this lady. She has a good heart but she just wants to do everything. She acts like she’s the one moving in. Like it’s her house to decorate/paint whatever. But with MY money. I appreciate all the things she’s given us and all the help she’s done with painting, etc. But when we were shopping last night I picked out a small wooded picture. It’s painted black but the WORDS are different colors (it’s really pretty) and she bitched at me because the words aren’t painted white. It might sound dumb for me to get upset and to just move on.. but seriously this is MY HOUSE. I will decorate it how I want. And put stuff were I want. And then she bitched at me because the tote I have in my bathroom is pink.. not white. She said “Oh I guess we can paint it white.” No. I’ll leave it how I want. And it’s a fucking plastic tote.. why would you paint it? Because it’s not what SHE wants. Ahhh it’s just so frustrating. And my mom just tells me to move it once she puts it somewhere.. but that’s the thing, we haven’t even hung a single thing on the wall and she already telling me what to do. Ughhhh. Advice? Help? Anything?

I love this. And it’s so true.

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I need more friends in my life. Or at least good ones. Someone to do fun shit with.

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