Originally Posted by gothbarbie

I know it's the worst feeling ever bc they were kind of superficial people to begin with & that's why he wasn't that close with them bc they were all about money. I didn't come from money & I guess they saw that esp his sister (who was little miss keepin up with the joneses) her husband is a pain pill addict also. He & I were so close & then bam! he tells her everything & all of a sudden I'm uprooted out of the apt being forced to leave & have heard nothing since :/ It's like I've had a relationship with a ghost or somethin. I don't know when or if I'll ever mend from this. This is def a first for me. I'm living on the road right now & I thought running away to NYC to stay for awhile would help me but I keep getting scared & having anxiety when I'm almost there. Well money's an issue too but I am nowhere near happy 800 miles south with my family.... What gives? Usually running away helps bc I can't be around the same scenery we had without getting depressed all over again.