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🤬😭 I THOUGHT THAT HE WOULD AT LEAST DO SOMETHING, I HAD TO CARRY EVERYTHING ON MYSELF 😭🤬 My name is Freya Mitchell, I’m 32 years old. My boyfriend and I moved because we wanted to start everything over. Without pressure. Without the constant race. We thought — it would get easier. But it didn’t get easier. It became… harder. We rented a flat in an old building. From the outside — normal. Inside — cold. Dampness. A smell that doesn’t go away. In the mornings the windows were wet. Stains on the walls. But we had no choice. This time everything changed places. I got a job at a warehouse. Shift from early morning. Boxes. Scanner. Pallets. Constantly on my feet. Sometimes my hands were already shaking by the middle of the day. He went to work in an electronics store. Sales. Customers. Questions. At first glance — easier. But they paid less. Much less. Every month looked the same. Salary comes in — and disappears. Rent. Bills. Food. And zero again. I remember standing at the warehouse. Scanning boxes. And in my head there was only one thought: “How to make it to the end of the month…” In the evening we almost didn’t talk. Not because we didn’t want to. We just didn’t have the strength. He came home. Sat down. Looked at one point. Sometimes said: — “It’s like we’re just surviving” And it was true. And then everything went down. At the store layoffs started. First rumours. Then reality. One day he came home earlier. And I immediately understood. He said: — “I got fired” Just like that. Without preparation. And at that moment… I realized that now everything is on me. One salary. For two people. Bills kept coming. And the money became even less. I started taking more shifts. Then more. Then I just stopped feeling my body. Work → home → sleep → work again. I came home at night. My legs were buzzing. My hands didn’t obey. But the hardest part — it wasn’t that. It was him. He sat at home. With every day he became qu
