Little vent here, I haven't got the energy for a massive diatribe but I do have something that I need to get out. e: actually that's a lie this is a diatribe for sure.
I was in a relationship until recently and then had a couple of weeks to figure out where to live. My parents are on the other side of the country and have no space (besides being alcoholics and too mentally ill for me to realistically cope with), I don't really have anybody to stay with sans my nan but I really can't bring myself to do that. My ex - who incidentally is spoiled as all hell and relies on her mum and her dad's money for everything p much and as such has no concept of the difficulties facing people who don't have that - keeps saying that I should go back home rather than staying in this town but you know, I've been here for a year and a half and this area is more my home than anything. I have a full week from today to find somewhere to live or I'll effectively be homeless, and places I've contacted (the council, a local coordination & support service) have been less than helpful. I'm angry at my ex's mum at the moment because she basically said I wouldn't just get turfed out but I didn't believe her and didn't break up with her daughter for a long time because I was terrified of having nowhere to live, so when I couldn't stand it any more and did something she basically betrayed that imo. She knows that the idea of going back to my parents upsets me intensely, she's seen me almost jump out of a high window and hyperventilate for a long time when I was told that I would have to do so. But I can't even bring myself to say anything because I'm terrified of using the phone and need somebody to do that for me, and she doesn't even seem to realise that anything is wrong here. Even while I was living with them I was the one who did most of the housework, the cooking, buying the food, hoovering, cleaning out most of her animals etc while her daughter hardly did anything and yet gave me all the attitude. I'm just sick of all of this right now. Now the house here is empty and my leg is killing me because I no longer have a place to keep it up - I have all sorts of problems with my left leg, lymphoedema, varicose vein, and basically if I don't keep it up a fair bit it goes numb quickly and then starts to hurt. While I'm in this situation I can't look for work, I can't bring myself to enjoy a single thing, but at the same time I'm the one expected to keep this place clean so my ex's mum doesn't lose her deposit.
Every cloud has a silver lining (sorry for the trite saying) and I am getting to spend Christmas with a lady friend I met recently and really hit it off with, I'm looking forward to it a hell of a lot right now. Going to see her on Wednesday.