My girlfriend works and I don't. What I mean by that is, my girlfriend ha a paying by the hour job, and I don't. This is painful. I tried to work jobs. It was about eight years ago that I found myself truly lost. A time I constantly find myself revisiting.
I was finishing up school with a poli-sci degree (BA), not knowing just how meaningless the major was. This was a time of great collapse for me. It was also a time of great loss for my girlfriend. Thing where rough. I was broke then too, but what she really needed was taking care of. We lived together.
We moved to a town that was new to me but old to her, and I did try to work. Worked crap jobs. They met their ends in a variety of ways. Still, working or not, remained broke.
I was trying to get myself together as a writer that whole time. Trying to cram it into the mains. In its way, it was working. But I wasn't getting far enough, fast enough. And I was miserable working.
But I kept going through some very strange circumstances. The original days of work er not the problem.
A big turn happened with a long job my girlfriend got, during a period when I had rough part-time one (still 30hrs/week though). Don't want to get into the details of either job. Not on this post anyway.
I took over a lot of domestic duties, even though I was working, just to make life easier. Just tomake her a little happier.
Now that I'm fully freelance, and times are tough, I've taken to cooking a lot. I think it'll be fun to talk about that on this blog too.
Turns out I love cooking.
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