just want a little cottage to live in and eat Belgium chocolates while watching court tv shows.

i don’t have aspirations for a mansion, or a private chef, i literally just want to get back to enjoying the things that would make me happy and that’s having my own space, no one to bother me or agonize me (besides my son, lol). where there’s peace and quiet. no odd smells. there’s a river and lighthouse. somewhere serene, where i can hear my thoughts and feel grounded again. i want to feel alive again. i don’t want to depend on my husband. i don’t even want his ass anymore. or at least in this growing pain of or marriage. i don’t know marriage is hard and i just didn’t think it would be hard for two years straight. there’s no bliss here. there’s no romance or anything work fighting for, except health insurance and having my son have what i didn’t but desperately wanted throughout life — a present father.