I have a plan to emigrate, but it's gonna take money I don't have and time I'm not sure I'll be afforded.

...anyone wanna lend me about $12k so I can leave America forever and go work for an artist co-op?

I'm afraid once I get back, I'll just get stuck there.

I didn't realize how much I truly hated living in America until I was able to get away from it for a while. How very alone I've become there.

How oppressive it's gotten just existing as a trans woman, even in a relatively blue state like Maine

I knew this trip was temporary, but a part of me had been quietly hoping for America to just finally collapse while I was gone so I wouldn't have to go back.

The rest of me is just afraid to return. Back to being constantly misgendered, glared at, and chased from bathrooms. Back to being othered.

I don't want to leave. He introduced me to his found family, and they not only welcomed me, they treated me like I've been here for years.

It's rare to find this kind of acceptance. I felt at home immediately, moreso than I've felt in a decade.

I'm actually in Lisbon right now, on a 10 day trip with my dad to introduce him to my BF. Dad's been amazingly chill about all this for a Presbyterian Missionary.

It took a long time, but shit is finally starting to get better.

I left him in July and moved in with my little sister while I figure out the divorce (which he's slow-rolling now), and started planning to move in with my boyfriend in Portugal.

And still, I'm terrified for him when I leave. We're both trans. He's going to have a hard time finding another place to live, and he doesn't make enough to keep the apartment alone.

My sister and BiL have been urging him to go back to family in NJ, but he's refused so far.

I'm dreading sunday...

He cheated on me emotionally constantly, borrowed thousands to pay his scammer girlfriend, rarely cooked, and never helped around the house. I got sick of cleaning and being the only one working, and so the house disintegrated.

He was emotionally 13, and unrealistic about everything in his life.

I've already grieved this relationship several times. I moved on and reconnected with my "one that got away" while we were separated, and I'm truly happy with him.

It's still hitting me in waves, we spent twelve years together and I was miserable for six of them. I've been so angry for the last two

I kinda prefer pizza when it's cold the next day over fresh and warm. Especially if it's Chicago thin crust~

No. I already do that at work all day, there's no way in hell I'm bringing it home too.

I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the batteries that are not included! I am... Darkwing Duck!

nvm, realized I actually did have a cashapp, I just never use it

It's asking for the last 4 of your phone number before I can send on venmo. DMs are open for privacy sake

I can't front the whole 200, but I can send you 40 if that helps. I use for PTSD too, I get how much it sucks running out.