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I ****** with a man I don't love. 4 years. Because of the rent 😶 I'm 32 years old. I live in Amadora in a rented apartment. With my boyfriend Rafael. We've been together for four years. He's a normal guy. But I'd be lying if I said I was absolutely certain about our future. I work as a cashier at Continente. Shift from 7 AM to 3 PM. Sometimes until 4 PM when someone calls in sick. I earn €820 net per month. Rafael also works. Together we get by. But "getting by" isn't the same as living. It's looking at your balance at the end of the month and thinking: "Ok, at least I'm not overdrawn." And that already counts as a win. Rent: €450 (my share — we split it) Electricity and water: €75 Transit pass (Navegante): €40 Food: €180 (only what's on sale) Personal expenses: €50 Phone plan: €15 Pharmacy: €25 Unexpected expenses: €30 In the end, I have about €80 left. Mine. Not ours. Mine. It's never enough to feel independent. Rafael pays his share. I can't complain about that. But there's a difference between living with someone because you want to and living with someone because without them, the math doesn't add up. I don't really know where we stand anymore. I wake up at 5:50 AM. Shower. Breakfast. Subway to work. Eight hours at the register. Hello. Scanner. Smile. Good morning. Again. Again. Again. On the subway, I never open my banking app. I'm too ashamed — I don't want anyone seeing that number on the screen. I just stare out the window. At home, when Rafael is already asleep, I sit in the kitchen. No TV. Just sitting. I think about how I'm 32 and have no savings of my own. If I lost my shifts or got sick for a week — I'd have nothing to fall back on. It's not panic. It's something that gnaws at you from the inside. It wakes you up at 4 AM to check your balance. Last month, my hours were cut. They didn't fire me — just cut them. They are doing that all over Continente right now. It used to be 38 hours a week. It went down to 24. My salary dropped from €
