Let me just starting this by saying I love my partner. And we've been through some tough times. But he can be controlling. Today he told me what I should wear this morning. And wouldn't let me choose my own clothes. He can be controlling. And has been in the past, but not so much recently. He muttered something about the washing cycle. I'm fed up with this. I wanted to scream. He tries to control everything. And is having a manic episode, brought on by work stress, remote work, and the ongoing cabin fever of the pandemic. He's good company, but I probably like many at this point, just want out, and want change. He won't let me see other people for fear of bringing the virus back into the house. Everything I do is picked to pieces. I work as an artist, and income is sporadic. I am mostly broke. And this means I can't escape. Or plan my way out of here, even if I wanted to. He'd micro-manage me, given the opportunity. I want to see other people, I want to laugh and cry, and hug others. I want some of my old life back. Sure, we are all fed up. It just feels like each day is wading through treacle. I cant think straight. My creative energies are zapped. I'm bored if keeping house. Bored of making him dinner, washing and ironing his clothes. Of watching him playing computer games and him choosing what he wants on the TV every single night.
And yet, we keep on going. Because like many, we can't afford to live apart. He's not a total pig. He has many amazing qualities, and does help in many ways. I'm just fatigued of the humdrum.
Sure, many of you will just shrug your shoulders and say suck it up. You are lucky, you have your health, you have a roof over your head Etc.
How are people coping in these crazy times? How are people rebuilding friendships that have been put on ice for so long?