Enough…

Out of everything I have been through the two years I spent living at my in-laws house was probably the most difficult! I was 36 and hadn’t lived with parents since I was a teenager. It was supposed to be for two months but it turned into two years. We had to eat at the dining table every evening. I had whatever they were having which was always meat and always horrible and unhealthy. My father in law is horribly racist and homophobic. I am a foreigner and bisexual. It was a bloody nightmare. I don’t know how I stood it except that I drank every day, a lot. We just stayed in our room all the time except dinner time. I tried to be grateful but yeah, that is hard. I didn’t have anywhere else to go so I just forced myself to stay and not run off. I don’t think I have any useful advice for you. I do know how hard it is though.