I woke up this afternoon feeling so strange. It’s not my room, it’s not my bed, and nothing feels familiar. My family isn’t here, and suddenly there’s a man, my husband, sharing my personal space for the first time. I don’t even know how to explain it, but I feel like an impostor just walking around and doing things in this place.
Left home with nothing but the clothes on my back. Thankfully my HS girlfriend and her parents let me stay with them. Had to buy clothes with the $400 I had and was riding my bike to my minimum wage job. It was simple times but good times.