Sooner than later, it caught up to us. We had no money and nothing to show for it. We ended up getting an apartment...one that I paid for solely on my own. I worked four jobs while Corynne slept the days away. I busted my ass for a woman who cheated on me with five different girls over the course of our relationship. Finally, I woke up and realized I was killing myself and I couldnt do it anymore. I needed to get out, I couldnt afford it anymore. It was going to cost over $800 to end the lease and who do you think was there to pick up the pieces? None other than mommy and daddy. They told me they would pay for it if I moved back home, and I agreed, knowing I was lying = third mistake. Needless to say, when the time came to move back home, I didn't. I moved to Palm Bay with people I thought were my "friends." They ended up taking everything I had of any value and putting my things in garbage bags filled with dog shit on the front yard. They didnt do this for fun, they did it because Corynne robbed them (something I didnt know about or have any part in) and I got the shit end of the deal because, we all know, Corynne had nothing of any value. Guitar Hero, Playstation 2, flat-screen TV, laptop, digital camera...are all just memories.

The time came that I needed to move back home. I had nothing else. I couldnt keep pretending Corynne and I were in this together because we werent. It was me, myself, and I. I was the one cleaning up this huge mess I made and I couldnt of done it without my family. So, I moved back home, as did Corynne, and we continued taking part in the most fucked up relationship this world has ever seen. It killed my family and still I didnt care. After everything they did for me I did nothing to say thank you. I just kept rebelling and going against their wishes. Its embarassing to think about. I hurt so many people that care about me for this girl who couldnt care less.

Once again, I moved out. This time with someone else. But again, mistake number four, with someone I just met and knew nothing about. Her name is Erin. She acted as if she was madly in love with me and I ate it up. I turned into this heartbreaker. Telling her I liked her but then sleeping with Corynne. I slept with so many people in one month...some of which I dont even remember because I was too barred out to know what I was doing. I didnt speak to Corynne for over three weeks because she was living with Allie. She ignored my phone calls and texts so I gave up. I was having fun with Erin and I thought it was going to be a good thing for me. No Corynne. A cheap apartment. A roommate who has a job. What could go wrong?

Well, I guess it slipped my mind that Corynne is a whore. She and Erin ended up fucking. Erin's son slept in the closet when Corynne was there. I could hear them having sex. It was disgusting. I knew I had to get out but I didnt have the will-power to leave and let Erin win, once again, my stubborness bearing is ugly head. I remember the morning I decided to do it. The night before, I ended up punching holes in both of our bedroom doors, I punched Erin in the face, and I broke two of Corynne's fingers. I was up til 5am and I had to work at 7am so, of course, I was late. It was then I realized my pride wasnt worth living like this and risking my job. When in reality, my job was all I had left.

I did it. I left. I took the last bit of my things today and I'm getting my name off the lease tomorrow. If she doesnt agree to me moving out then I will be seeing her in court and things will get ugly. I am so proud of myself. I never thought I could stand up to Corynne like I have in the past month. I especially never thought I could admit my mistakes...but I have...and it feels like this huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

I made the most unselfish decision of my life to move out of that apartment. I didn't do it solely for my benefit. I didnt move out so I could live at home for free. I moved out because I want to see my family and friends smile again. I want to be the "old Brittany." I want to be happy just being me rather than relying on drugs and alcohol. I want to have my life back...

Sooner than later, it caught up to us. We had no money and nothing to show for it. We ended up getting an apartment...one that I paid for solely on my own. I worked four jobs while Corynne slept the days away. I busted my ass for a woman who cheated on me with five different girls over the course of our relationship. Finally, I woke up and realized I was killing myself and I couldnt do it anymore. I needed to get out, I couldnt afford it anymore. It was going to cost over $800 to end the lease and who do you think was there to pick up the pieces? None other than mommy and daddy. They told me they would pay for it if I moved back home, and I agreed, knowing I was lying = third mistake. Needless to say, when the time came to move back home, I didn't. I moved to Palm Bay with people I thought were my "friends." They ended up taking everything I had of any value and putting my things in garbage bags filled with dog shit on the front yard. They didnt do this for fun, they did it because Corynne robbed them (something I didnt know about or have any part in) and I got the shit end of the deal because, we all know, Corynne had nothing of any value. Guitar Hero, Playstation 2, flat-screen TV, laptop, digital camera...are all just memories.

The time came that I needed to move back home. I had nothing else. I couldnt keep pretending Corynne and I were in this together because we werent. It was me, myself, and I. I was the one cleaning up this huge mess I made and I couldnt of done it without my family. So, I moved back home, as did Corynne, and we continued taking part in the most fucked up relationship this world has ever seen. It killed my family and still I didnt care. After everything they did for me I did nothing to say thank you. I just kept rebelling and going against their wishes. Its embarassing to think about. I hurt so many people that care about me for this girl who couldnt care less.

Once again, I moved out. This time with someone else. But again, mistake number four, with someone I just met and knew nothing about. Her name is Erin. She acted as if she was madly in love with me and I ate it up. I turned into this heartbreaker. Telling her I liked her but then sleeping with Corynne. I slept with so many people in one month...some of which I dont even remember because I was too barred out to know what I was doing. I didnt speak to Corynne for over three weeks because she was living with Allie. She ignored my phone calls and texts so I gave up. I was having fun with Erin and I thought it was going to be a good thing for me. No Corynne. A cheap apartment. A roommate who has a job. What could go wrong?

Well, I guess it slipped my mind that Corynne is a whore. She and Erin ended up fucking. Erin's son slept in the closet when Corynne was there. I could hear them having sex. It was disgusting. I knew I had to get out but I didnt have the will-power to leave and let Erin win, once again, my stubborness bearing is ugly head. I remember the morning I decided to do it. The night before, I ended up punching holes in both of our bedroom doors, I punched Erin in the face, and I broke two of Corynne's fingers. I was up til 5am and I had to work at 7am so, of course, I was late. It was then I realized my pride wasnt worth living like this and risking my job. When in reality, my job was all I had left.

I did it. I left. I took the last bit of my things today and I'm getting my name off the lease tomorrow. If she doesnt agree to me moving out then I will be seeing her in court and things will get ugly. I am so proud of myself. I never thought I could stand up to Corynne like I have in the past month. I especially never thought I could admit my mistakes...but I have...and it feels like this huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

I made the most unselfish decision of my life to move out of that apartment. I didn't do it solely for my benefit. I didnt move out so I could live at home for free. I moved out because I want to see my family and friends smile again. I want to be the "old Brittany." I want to be happy just being me rather than relying on drugs and alcohol. I want to have my life back...