I hate my life. It feels as if everyone is pulling on my time and I'm not allowed to have any time to myself.
I work hard all week but unfortunately my wage doesn't cover a rent, never mind a mortgage (I'm in Ireland and there's a housing crisis, lack of rental properties, high rental costs, very little to no social housing).
I live at home with my mother who's aging and she wants my help more and more. Not so much to do with care for her but more so technology stuff and to help her with other jobs.
I have a partner and he's fantastic. We don't live together. I'm disliking the time we spend together in lockdown. We meet up for a walk a few times a week. Then we sgo for a spin in the car. I hate it because its generally leads to him wanting to fool around with me sexually. I just don't have time to spend in his car fingering me.
This weekend as well, my work needs me to do an online course before Monday.
There's just far too much pull on my time from work, from my mother and from my partner - and all I want to do is sit up in bed with a cup of tea and work on a hobby or read a book. I'm not allowed even 30 minutes to myself before I go into another work week.