Confined with her ex: here is a life guide

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Confined with her ex

We have been confined for about three weeks and the situations are as diverse and varied as each other. Some are with family, as a couple, with friends, alone, with their in-laws… Some are in houses with garden, others in large apartments, still others in 12m2… Still, there are many situations that we hadn’t thought of. Like Charlotte’s, who found herself in spite of herself, confined with her ex. Thank you to her for sharing her original experience with us! I give him the floor!

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Confined with her ex: For worse and for worse?

I am happy today to share my story with you because it will certainly make me take a step back on the situation and it will also make me think of something other than the mess I am in! First of all things: know that I am well aware that there is worse in life, I am not a battered woman, my relatives are well, I am well, this is clearly the most important. Nevertheless, psychologically I am close to farting a cable some days!

Because being confined with your ex is nothing exciting!

Some people think that when you are confined with your ex, you will be able to continue sleeping with it, doing little massages and hitting you bars in front of movies. What a nenni!

I already explain my situation, how I got here

I stayed as a couple for 3 years. At the end of the second year, we decided to live together. And, clearly, it didn’t work for us. I realized that what I was able to accept two/three times a week, by going to his house; like the brothel, the grime, the dishes lying around, its video games, its football, I could not endure it on a daily basis, at home. But that, at the limit, it is managed based on engueulades (no I’m kidding, based on communication do we whistle in my ear!).

Barely 3 months of living together and we argued every day (Confined with her ex)

We boasted every day for nothing! I think we couldn’t stand each other anymore and living in a 30m2 for two in Paris, it doesn’t help. A studio what is more so no closed room to go blow a little. The tensions were becoming more and more palpable until the day when I learned outright that he had deceived me. So there, if you will, icing on the pompom but at the limit, at least, it finally gave us a real reason to end this nightmare. Because it had been 6 months I would say that love had faded as and when. My ego took a hit but I got up pretty quickly.

And the lockdown has arrived

Basically, we separated two weeks before the start of the lockdown. I don’t draw you, in two weeks where could we go? We do not have a family near us, our friends live in apartments even smaller than ours not to mention that most have gone to live with their parents… We were faced with a fait accompli. I remember that we looked at each other during Macron’s speech and thatwe laughed nervously.

Why is it hell to be confined with your ex?

Already, I think it all depends on the relationship you have with your ex. We, they are cordial on paper but in reality the more the days pass and the less we can frame ourselves. He sleeps on the sofa and me in the bed but, good to know: the sofa and the bed are in the same room

I believe that we are doing everything we can to push each other to the limit, as if the situation were not already anxiety-provoking enough! We act like two kids, I think we are both aware of it but it is stronger than us. This feeling of being lions in cages, locked up, with only social contact someone you have planned to no longer see… We’re going crazy!! Literally!

Live my life of confined with his ex

I believe that the first week he did not wash once. It began, without messing around, to stink in the apartment! But the worst thing is that I am forced to do his dishes because he decided not to touch a sponge of confinement! So either I don’t do it and I can’t make myself eat, or… I don’t really have a choice actually. Because I, unlike him, I am not able to use 5 times the same pan without washing it (yes I live with a pig I tell you!).

We don’t have a washing machine so that’s it, the stock of underpants and panties has been put in. I wash my underwear by hand… He doesn’t change any more like it goes faster.

I have the feeling of living in a pigsty, I choke, I want to vomit, I can’t take it anymore!

We go out once a week for the races but as he always forgets something, he stings me without asking me for permission! These are things that may seem harmless to you who read me but I swear it makes you crazy. I try to keep my calm but it gets frankly complicated. He spends his days playing video games in a network, I’m working from home. But he doesn’t mind talking super loud while I’m in a meeting… Respect is dead.

I live a nightmare

I spend hours watching the ads on seloger and imagining myself in a small, clean and cozy apartment and above all, ONLY !!!

To you who read me, I am sure that confinement is not easy for you either and I send you all my courage! Let’s reassure ourselves by telling ourselves that it’s not joy, for anyone, and when you have a big blow of slack, think of me who is locked up with Shrek!