She wouldnt be able to stop me, she'd just moan at me all the fucking time and try to tell me what I should be doing all the time, thats why I dont talk to her about anything.
and I do mean anything.
I'm totally fucked up, falling apart and stressed out and and near suicidal and I still dont talk to her.
Its easier that way.
what do I want?
a stable yard with 3 or 4 boxes, a goat pen and a pigsty with a workshop building and 2 or 3 acres with a little hayloft flat above it near to where I work where I can hide away and be me.
somewhere I could invite friends to without having to ask if its ok and then have her hovering and listening in the next room.
somewhere I can go and cook proper food without being told I'm not doin it right.
somewhere that I can get home whatever time I want and go out whenever I want without an inqisition everytime.
somewhere that I dont have to hide who I am.