My beloved and I have been living together for 1.5 years. Everything would be fine, but we live with his parents, who still consider him a child - they yell at him, push him around, don't let him communicate with friends, break into our room every minute.
It pisses me off and I dream of living with him separately - and the conditions for this are there - a huge two-bedroom apartment in the neighborhood. But he does not want! It is more comfortable for him with his parents - “they take care”, and he does not want to see me as a housewife. I can't live with him anymore, every night I smile at my parents, and at night I cry - I went to him to live together and build my world, but in the end I live with his parents rather than with him.
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navigating the maze of love and family. sometimes, shared dreams feel so distant. will our hearts find a new path? 