Living In A LandfillTwenty years ago I thought I had found my soul-mate. We had such a fun life and so much fun together. When I met him, he had lots of boy toys which I found fun. Now I can't believe all the things he has accumulated over the years.
When I first moved in with him, his house was kind of full and the ba
We have a dog that stays home with him during the day and he wont let the dog out. Poor dog is housebroken but can't get out. I come home to find dog pee and poo along with whatever dirty dishes he has hoarded in various places in the house. I am worn out just trying to keep the kitchen and bathroom clean and clean up after the dog. There are only two chairs that can be reached to sit in and it is a daily struggle to keep things off of the bed.
When the tables all got so piled up that he couldn't sit anything more on top of them, he got a bunch of television trays and piled them up. I can't vacuum anymore because of the piles of debris everywhere. None of this seems to bother him at all.I haven't been able to have a friend or family member in my home for fifteen years now.
I am 56 years old and have gone back to college to try to get a degree and a better job. I am managing to maintain a 3.75 gpa doing my homework on campus when I can because there is no place to really do homework at home. I have had to take early retirement because of my health and only make a few hundred dollars a month. I don not make enough to live on by any means.
This man says he loves me and will buy me nearly anything I need in the way of necessities. I would not marry him due to his messy ways but I have stayed entirely too long and now have no way out for at least a couple of years. I am worn out and at my wits end. I am so depressed that whenever I leave the house, I cry when I have to return.
I would like to say that I am glad I am not alone but I can't. I am sorry for all you others that have found yourselves in this same situation. It is a living hell. I feel like I live in a landfill. This is a terrible way to live and yet the guilt of leaving someone and knowing that they are going to be worse off when you leave and will probably die in the middle of the horrible mess they have made is just too terrible to think about.
I will eventually get out of here but it is going to be a long hard road. I just pray the place doesn't catch fire before I can get out.
MentalRemix 56-60, F 7 Responses 2 Jan 2, 2013