Fighting does not only drain me, it also breaks me.
That was like our hundredth argument in a month. And I couldn't continue, I could not keep on like this.
I feel on the concrete. Tears almost blinding me.
I was completly shattered. I called my mother.
"Mommy, good evening" My voice breaked.
"What happened again?" She asked "Why are you crying?"
"It's my roommate mommy. I can't live in that room anymore" I shook my head "I don't want to stay there anymore"
"But you paid for that room"
"I'm not comfortable there" I sniffled "Every day with her it's always one thing or another. I'm fed up mommy" I cried.
She spoke up after a minute "Dear, everything is tight right now. But I assure you, you're going to get your own place next year. Just hold on okay"
I couldn't stop the outpour.
"I can't" I Hiccuped " And It really breaks my heart"
"This is September. December your rent will expire and it'll all be over. You won't be there for much long so please hang on"
"Mommy, it's going to be hard" I squeaked.
"I'm sorry that you'll have to through that" She said.
She doesn't know the half of it. But I couldn't press on because I know how things are hard at home.
I sniffled "No problem mommy"
"Now stop crying. Clean your tears"
I did as she said "I have. Thank you Mommy"
"It's going to be okay"
At that I nodded.
"Good night dear"
"Good night mommy" I hung up.
And then I completely broke down.
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