Ugh, I feel so silly for wanting to post this, but I really need to vent and get some of this out in a non-judgmental setting. Sorry for the blogginess and the length.
I moved 2,500 miles from my home in NJ to Tucson, AZ about four months ago to be with someone I met online and talked to daily for about a year. I had ended a seven year long relationship (and an engagement) in May, and I was feeling happy and secure in starting a new life somewhere else. Needless to say, things haven’t worked out quite as well as I have hoped.
There are so many things wrong with where I am currently, and I feel stuck. My whole sense of self is different. Before, I was confident in myself both physically and personality-wise. I am an art person, and just graduated with my BA in studio art; I went to Michael’s today and nothing inspired me or made me want to create anything. One of my biggest pleasures previously was cooking and baking; now, I almost never feel like making dinner. I am sure this is partially related to my job, as I am working retail, (that bachelor’s degree is really helpful in finding a job, apparently) and the post-Christmas rush means I’m working top speed all day, every day. I’m also highly prone to seasonal depression, which I didn’t think would happen in the Arizona sun, but there you are.
My relationship is completely unlike what I imagined it to be. My boyfriend doesn’t work (he has a business of selling paintings, all 20 of which are currently sitting on our living room floor), and doesn’t talk to his family. He also has no friends. Because of this, I am the recipient of all his emotional ups and downs. I feel sick of dealing with another person’s myriad issues and insecurities. I walk on eggshells, paranoid that one thing I say may be taken wrong and then that one thing I said thoughtlessly will come up three days later in a fight he picks with me. By that point, I will have forgotten what I have said, and have no ready explanation for my seemingly offensive comment. I’m also constantly accused of looking at other men in public, even ogling them, when I have no recollection of ever doing so. It sucks a lot to have put so much of myself into this and end up treated less than what I feel I deserve.
I miss so much about where I came from. I miss my family more than I ever thought I could, and I miss the East Coast culture. I’ve lost about ten pounds with no effort whatsoever, and they aren’t really pounds I can afford to lose. I look at this beautiful landscape I live in, and I have no joy in it. I’m trying so hard all the time, and I feel like I am getting nowhere with any of it.
I really don’t want to tap out and move home, and I also don’t want to abandon work when they really do need me there. I don’t know what I can do right now, as I can’t afford to move out, and really don’t want to. Things aren’t THAT bad that I feel like I need to be out of this house. When things are good, they’re really good, but when they aren’t it feels awful.
This has gone on too long, and I’m sorry, SDMB readers. I just feel like I have nowhere else to turn. If I had a blog I could call out to, I would, but even if I made one I wouldn’t have any readers anyway (much like my sad little Twitter), so I guess you guys are stuck with me (ha ha, sucks to be you guys).