My lease is up in December, but I hope to be out by November. The plan is to move closer to my maternal aunt, cousin and grandmother. I'll be calling it a spinster flat, primarily because I will actually be having a cat in this apartment. I couldn't in my first one due to high pet deposit and pet rent fees.
I never thought I was going to make it out, and I definitely never expected to make it to 18. I'm 30 now, only recently having broken free from infantilization, and learning how to set and enforce boundaries. My mission is not to help abuse victims escape; I do not have the ability to handle the mental aspects of that. Rather, I share my experience and what I learn as I go, as much as I can. I want to be the person I needed yesterday, last week, last year, and so on. I want to make information available for people in the place I once was. Other people managed my money. I was so infantilized by my abusers that I had to learn how to do nearly everything on my own. In the process of reparenting myself, I am healing, but the scars from old wounds remain as each day passes and I realize just how much I still don't know.