Imagine a child going down from his parents bed?
That's how I was a week ago...hahaha...I was living on top of a double deck bed. Since I'm the last girl to be admitted here I have no choice but to choose the top bed.
Yes. I moved out, just 2 weeks ago. I moved in with 3 other girls, plus 1, my niece, but not in the same room.
It was a decision made a long time ago, but only now that there was a chance to do it...or should it be it was forced already. There was not much drama in the discussion, there was just a settlement of some sort, so I dived in already, if not I'd be in the same old sad situation.
I know I didn't have to leave, but for some reason it's a must. We didn't say goodbye, we just won't see each other that often, but communication will still be there.
So now, I'm own my own.
I get to go where I want, go home anytime I want, without being too conscious that I'm being watched. I won't forget that I'm still in the vicinity so I still inform him from time to time. But I'm making my adjustments pretty ok.
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