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I knew it wasn't going to be easy; moving into the perfect home. With the perfect man. At first I thought I had trust issues. It's definitely something bigger than that. My parents practically forced me into it. They said things like "Sara this will be good for you", "He really is a great guy". I got to the point where I just gave in to the peer pressure and said yes. I said yes, and I'm starting to wonder if it was a mistake. Then I backtrack and try to tell myself that I want this life, that I want to have kids and grow old with Cody, but do I?
Anxiety is always something I've struggled with. I guess this is why I let my parents run my life and determine my own future for me. Trust me I feel like I love him, but I get these moments of sheer panic where I wonder why I got married.
I miss my flat, I was alone in solitude. I like my own company. I've never really been a people person. I work in crammed office surrounded by dozens of people and believe me I hate it. The pay is alright, not great but it can pay the bills.

This is just a typical night for me, lying in bed overthinking everything...

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