Emotional wreck

Alright guys, I am about to let it all out...

I am so fucking upset lately. Trying ( somewhat successfully ) to hide it.

I absolutely hate it in Ar. Mackie and I are just barely getting along. Most of the time the last couple days there has been this weird tension. We are both on edge bcs we are so broke. We didnt get to work three days in a row last week and are trying to catch up. He borrowed money yesterday from the old men ( but started that new job today ) so now I am working my ass off to pay it back. Basically I feel like I am making his car payment while mine goes unpaid. It is not a good feeling. So, it will be the first of next week before I will get paid. I have 19hrs left before we will be paid up. Until then, we are basically fucked. We have no money, no nothing. Fucking sucks. We will be packing up to move back into the camper tomorrow, to stay at Aunt Cindy's...thank God we do have the camper to stay in, it's just in Cindy's yard. We have to stay there bcs we have to money for food. Yeah, things are that good for us right now...

Ok, back to the tension between M and I. I feel so unappreciated and lost. He expects so much from me, and then acts all pissed when I dont do something. He is so controlling too. He decides every move we make. Where we will eat. He holds the money. The money that he borrowed he gave me $15 out of it for gas to get to work today, and a pack of cigarettes. He is now saying we have no money left...I do think the money thing is most of our problem. He is so touchy, a loose cannon. I feel like I have to try to stay on his good side bcs if I dont, there will be hell to pay. For instance, the other day he went to get some food and I didnt want to go. Shannon, a friend of his was going with him so I figured he wouldnt be that mad if I didnt go. Wrong again. He must have been really pissed bcs he waited a good thirty minutes before he brought my food home. It was Chik Fil A too. Under temperature chicken is always a good idea for dinner, right? That's just one example of how he will punish me if I dont do one little thing he wants. Oh, and he told his roommate, who told Shannon and Gary, and his Aunts about my little episode in the pysch ward too after he told me he wouldnt tell anyone. There is so much more but I dont want to seem too whinny. Not that I havent already...

Overall, I just want to go home. I hate it here. The constant not knowing is killing me. Not knowing where I am going to sleep that night, not knowing if we will have money for necessities, the not knowing if M is up to something behind my back, not knowing what the hell is going on bcs he doesnt share anything...I have to ask a million questions.

Sorry for the bitchy post y'all. I have no one to talk to and had to get this out. I have so many emotions stirring around in me that I am not sleeping, eating half of what I usually do, my skin looks horrible, I could go on and on all night...but I will stop here.


Thanks for "listening" everybody.
Much love,
Justin