My True Story No#3
Updated: Sep 4, 2019
"My Instagram gives the impression I'm swanning around in cute dresses, drinking big glasses of expensive wine... arm in arm with my handsome fiancé planning our adorable wedding which is 2 months away..."
"My Instagram gives the impression I'm swanning around in cute dresses, drinking big glasses of expensive wine, arm in arm with my handsome fiancé planning our adorable wedding which is 2 months away.
I am doing those things, but I'm also doing a LOT of crying.
In reality, my fiancé lost his job a fortnight ago. We're under massive financial stress and I'm now paying all the bills with one salary. I cracked under the pressure at my own job, had a meltdown, and they sent me home. I sent him to his parents house so I could comprehend what's actually going on and for us both to have some space.
You could say, it's caused some tension in our relationship which is terrifying so close to our wedding. Our home looks like a cute little Pinterest haven, but actually we live on a main road. It's loud, dusty and claustrophobic at times.
Ive taken antidepressants for four years, I've attempted to come off but have realised I can't exist without them. And he's just started counselling.
We adore one another and I can't wait to be married. But it certainly isn't without its difficulties and I often do feel guilty that the sassy girl in the boomerangs clinking prosecco glasses is just a mirage. I would say right now, no I'm not really ok. But I have hope that I will be. No #ImNotOkHun "