I recently met a girl who, at first glance, was simply beautiful. We often went for walks together, took drives out of town, and spent time in coffee shops and at the cinema. But that wasnt enough for me. I wanted to see my girlfriend all the time, not just on dates. So, without wasting any time, I asked her to marry me. Why wait, after all? We loved each other and enjoyed spending time together. We moved in together and got to know one another even better. Eventually, we got married.
However, my mother didnt take to Charlotte straight away. She made her feelings quite clear to my wifes face. Charlotte refused to live with my mum, even though I wanted all of us to live together. We had a two-bedroom flat one room for us, the other for my mother. But Charlotte wouldnt even consider it. She insisted that we live together in her student halls. So, after the wedding, we moved into her halls of residence, exactly as she wished.
Honestly, I never thought Id end up living in student accommodation or in those conditions. I couldnt stand the shared bathrooms and toilets. At first I was embarrassed by everything; I couldnt even shower there. And the cockroaches? They seemed to crawl everywhere. How was anyone supposed to live like that? Charlotte didnt seem bothered by it at all. She joked that theyd never bitten anyone and that I was making a big deal out of nothing. It was impossible to get rid of them; it was filthy. Next door there was a couple who argued non-stop.
On the other side lived a family with a little girl who cried and screamed day and night. She kept not only her parents awake, but us as well. Recently, I had a run-in with a neighbour. Hed had too much to drink one night and started a fight, so I stepped in to calm him down. Ever since, hes tried to antagonise me at every opportunity. I really didnt want to live there at all. Ive already suggested to Charlotte that we could rent a flat instead.
Shes not interested. She says shes used to living there and shes happy. If it was our own flat, I could see the point, but rent is so expensive. Id have to use my entire salary just to pay for it. My mum suggested we move back in with her. Shes promised not to interfere in our relationship, but Charlotte wont hear a word of it.
Recently, Charlotte has started talking about having children. She reckons a child would make our family even stronger. Of course, I want a child and dream of being a father. But when I think about the environment a child would have to grow up in, I lose all enthusiasm. Constant arguments next door, crying Sometimes I think about divorce. Not because I dont love my wife, but because the conditions are just not suitable for living.
I want my future child to grow up in a good home. I dont know how much longer I can cope. My nerves are shot. Charlotte refuses to compromise at all.
