I'm losing grip on my emotions and it's really starting to fuck with me.
I moved in with my fiancee in Las Vegas from Tennessee, back in June. Things were okay for a bit, but then her work made her spend more and more time away from the apartment. We never got the time to get a second car, properly put my name on the checking account, etc. Due to her work schedule, how far she lives away from home, and the fact that she can't quit her job before finding a new one, I literally haven't seen her for over eight weeks. I have no car, no job, no friends, my phone's broken so I can only check voice mails, my family doesn't pick up much, we never had time to get furniture so I have to sit on the floor to use my laptop, I sleep on a broken air mattress, and the one thing I love doing that kept me sane before, training at the gym, is impossible because it's too far away to walk to, leaving me stuck training in the apartment "fitness room" with broken equipment.
We talk on the phone when we can, but she works from around 9am till 3-4am seven days a week, so it's hard getting any time in to talk. We're both miserable with this, but she won't be out of the busy season till November. I'm applying for jobs out in Tennessee because we both agree that we need to get on some sort of schedule and she knows I have friends out there, and we both have family out there, but it's obviously difficult to apply for jobs when you live 2500mi away from where you're applying for. I haven't interacted with a human being in months except for the person that drops off the groceries, I can't stand reading any more, or gaming, or really anything. My sleep schedule fluctuates from passing out for 20 hours a day to not being able to sleep for 3 days in a row. It's fucking bad.
Even paying bills is a fucking pain because my name isn't on the account so when I process shit through, she has to call them, but can't do it on time due to the work schedule. I quit my job and left everything I've known for seven years to live with her and now I'm trapped in an apartment, I miss her like crazy, she's miserable at her job, and I can't leave and I feel worthless for being unemployed. Fucking A. There's nothing anybody can do, but I just needed to get that off my chest.