it’s 6:44pm. i’m sitting outside our condo in the dark on my laptop writing because inside our unit is a flume of dust and chemical smells trapped within 500 square feet, things that my brother in law is immune to.
a bunch of fresh groceries stowed away to be cooked, cookies for my coworkers waiting to be baked. a couch with a fleece blanket now covered in dust– all left for a later use. i’m hungry, tired from work, emotionally exhausted.
the domestic hallmark feel good plan derailed again and again. 6 months of living without predictability or stability can really bring me to ruin–and it can ruin any marriage, i promise you this.
to the girls who fawn over nate’s instagram posts about how great our place looks and how jealous they are, you ladies have no idea the cost.
Out of Darkness 