So the past few weeks have been hard, and that is putting it lightly. I am currently 25 weeks pregnant, I work 3rd shift and my living situation is less than ideal. My boyfriend and I have been living in my family house for over a year, first with my mom, then she moved out and my stepdad and brother moved in. I cant stand living with them. It caused us to fight more recently. Along with not having the money to even eat. So I feed the kids first and then we would eat. And to make food last longer I haven't been making enough for myself and him to be able to eat till we are full. Last night, I hit my breaking point and before I begin on this story, I should give more background on myself, I am depressed and have been for most of my life, due to my family and the treatment that I got from them. I am also bipolar which is something that has progressively gotten worse. On top of it pregnant and hungry.

So last night, I was feeling shitty, I've been sick this whole pregnancy. I cant eat my favorite meals, being spaghetti, lasagna, alfredo things of that nature. Except pizza, but even that sometimes is difficult. So I made hamburger helper, lasagna flavor. I know I cant eat it. I still try tho. Not last night. I fed the kids, and went to get food from my mom, because we have struggled to get food in the house. I threw some corn on the cob in a pot, it was 4 out of the 6 ears I had. 2 were bad. I came home and put everything away, made sure everyone ate, and went to serve myself, I skipped the hamburger helper completely after smelling it on my sons breath, the smell alone was bad. So corn it was. As I'm getting to the kitchen I hear my food being offered up, I am hungry so I got mad. Like there is still hamburger helper left. All I want to do is eat my first and only meal of the day. My boyfriend has a fit and starts talking shit to me because I am upset about my food. I snapped. I told him to get out. I have never kicked him out, until last night, I had had enough. I have also dealt with him yelling at me for weeks because of my family because of us not having food in the house and just struggling. He pushed me to my breaking point. I began to walk away from him, and he called me fat, which set me off. I charged him, and held myself back. I wanted so badly to beat the crap out of him, but that's my bipolar and anger coming out. He threatened to knock me out. I am still screaming at him to leave. Because at this point I can't stand to look at him. He gets his daughter and they sit outside, in front of my house for 20 minutes or so. I am in the backyard, and I yelled at him again to leave. He told me he was waiting for the cops. I noticed that he had finally left after going back into the house, and I called the non emergency number and asked if there was a call to me address, there wasn't.

I have decided to text his mom and let her know my side of the story, but I don't know if I should send it. I'm hurting, afraid that I will lose my job, that we work at together, same shift. I don't see anywhere that I was wrong. Am I innocent, no, but I don't believe that I was wrong either.