I'm out and its over, for real this time.
I've left my now ex-SO. As I write this I'm sitting in my new apartment, by myself. I moved out two weeks ago.
I cleared out the last of my things from SO's house last weekend and that's the last we've talked.
I don't know if there's anyone left on here that remembers me from a while back, but, anyway, I left SO after living with him and his now almost 18 y/o son for two years- SS lived with us full time. SS17 doesn't have his license yet, and still never leaves the house for anything non-school related, and still has no friends and no life. And of course, no part time job or anything like that.
And SO announced to me a while ago that he planned on having SS live at home while he went to the local college for the next four years. And.... yep... I'm out.
I'm sure SS has by now surgically re-attached himself to his dad now that I'm gone.
I don't know what else to say other than that I feel like I've been released from prison, turns out I was living with two teenage boys, SO and SS--and SO was the bad one. I really don't know what I was thinking, hindsight is everything.