Living alone Part 1 - Time for you

 Today 1 new part Living alone. My colleague has rewritten the story a bit so I'll start from the beginning. All in all, it's a great story, so you should definitely read it! 


Today is the first day of my visit to the psychiatrist. I signed up because I needed to talk to someone and the psychiatrist was the best idea yet. I am currently living with my mother and my mother has a new partner. And I don't get on with either of them. We only talk when there is something really urgent. I am an only child and my parents are separated. I go to my dad's once a month, but I don't get on very well with him either, and he has a new partner. My mum and my partner live in the flat where we used to live. After my parents divorced, my dad went to live with my mum. And immediately afterwards he brought a new woman. Mum did the same. No one asked my opinion on how I felt about having new partners. But now I have got used to it. I can't wait to get a flat and move in on my own, because I can't stand being a ghost with one parent and another parent.

After lunch, which I prepared myself, I went into my room and opened the computer. I started to look on the Internet for an apartment. In the last few days my mother has started to be really rude to me, she complains nonstop and teases me because I don't do anything around the flat and I'm just locked in my room all day.

After a good two hours of looking at the computer, I got one suitable flat for me. I put the telephone number of the lady who is renting it into my phone. I looked at the photos of the flat and it is a really nice flat and it looks suitable for me. I will have to get a job so that I can pay the bills and buy the furnishings for the flat.

It was four o'clock and I decided to call the owner of the flat to ask her about the flat. The landlady and I agreed to meet tomorrow morning.

I went into the kitchen to see if Mum was there.

"I'm going to see the flat tomorrow morning." I tell her.

"Oh? How about that? Don't you mind living here anymore?" she responds angrily.

"I want to live on my own. That's all there is." I reply.

"As you wish." she replies tearfully.

"And you don't have to cook anything for me." I tell her.

"Madonna, we're stuffed." She agrees.

"Yes, we are." I reply.

I turned around and went back into the room. I sat down at my desk and started looking on my computer for jobs around the apartment. Of course, I can get an apartment first.

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