I am fucking hopeless.
I have realised that aged 33 and supposedly have a degree, yet am still completely, utterly thick.
I honestly sometimes think there is something wrong with me.
Anyway, I'm trying to get DH to move out. He says this is stupid and I would never cope he may be right.
I don't know:
about money
about bills
about anything.
Boilers gone. I don't even know who our fucking electricity company are.
I don't know what I'm going.