Stability is one thing I have never had in my life. I have always felt like I could pack up my life and leave everything and everyone I know and love at any given moment. I never learned how to grow roots. I’ve run away from everything in my life. If something gets too difficult, I run.
It’s pretty stupid that I’m 44 years old and relatively good looking and I live with my mom. I just always seem to land myself on these awful situations living with a roommate or living with some douche bag and then when it falls apart, my mom is the only person I can run to. But it’s not without paying a DEAR price.
I don’t quite understand what has happened in my life over the last month or 2, but I have literally broken up with 2 very dear and close friends and I seem to have had falling outs with a lot of other important people who have been Staples in my life. And now that things have once again gone badly at home for me, there is nowhere to run to. I have no one. I’m literally alone. Locked in my bedroom crying and trying to stomach the sickening realization that I am stuck. I am unstable and have always been unstable and will likely always be unstable.