and waiting for my x

he got clean and is going to come help me pack up my shitty life in boxes.

Only attachment to my life I have is my cat.

Family dead to me. No support network, my mum even stole and ruined my shrink.

Only person to actually help me here is my local GP, doubled my dose of Cymbalta and gave me 3 boxes.

Morbidly depressed, waiting for my x, put my life in boxes, take my cat with me.

More than 15 years of good rental history ruined.

2 university degrees can't use when morbidly depressed.

I either wait for my x and go marry him or wait until I die and my cat eats my face and gets put down. My Life has abandoned me.

I will love him but I hold little hope as I know that anything that can go wrong will and my head is already under water.