I feel like nothing in my own home

I’m just sucked of life. I’m a shell. I’m a dark cloud of defeat.

Every time I tell him, he minimizes or pretends to really care.

But every step he takes, he erases me from my own house.

The latest is a piece of furniture that literally takes up 1/3 of the living space.

But it was highly sought after, and he ‘won’. So it’s coveted.

It was supposed to go in the basement, but he weaseled it to the living room.

Now there’s no option to ever change or move furniture around, and I tend to like to do that, of course.

I spent most of today on the verge of tears or actively crying. My brain was a map of possible exit strategies, but I can’t make any of them work because there just isn’t money.

And I’m sorry for every bad ass that somehow just made it work. In my case, in this environment, there is no human way to afford housing in an income I’m able to achieve, and he isn’t making enough to cover that difference in child support.

I have crunched every scenario.

I don’t have anything left. I hate that he’s taken everything from me, and he doesn’t even care.