It has almost been a year…
Things were so much different a year ago. It was almost a year ago that I moved in with my mother… again. I had been living in my own apartment for around nine months, but things had gotten bad. I learned last year that basically, I can not live alone. This has never been an issue with me. Fresh out of high school I lived with my mom for a few months, then my boyfriend… well I won’t list it but it’s a long list.
It’s a hard time when you learn that you are unable to be alone. My memory has been problematic after about the eighth concussion, and there have been more than a dozen. I also have multiple physical and mental difficulties. I never thought living alone was going to be a problem though. Living in my apartment was okay until my best friend, who lived in the apartment above me, moved 2000 miles away. I needed help. So I sort of came back here, reluctantly. It’s not all bad. I don’t mean to complain. Just explain why I feel so different.
Someday I will try again, but I am trying to get my college degree first. That is my goal.