I moved for love and now I'm stuck
I moved from Singapore to KL six months ago for my boyfriend. He kept saying, 'Come, we get married soon, my parents nice one,' and I thought okay, why not? My family not too happy — they wanted me to finish my diploma first — but I said love can wait, right? But now... I don’t know. I don’t have a job. His parents are... involved. Like, every night family dinner, and if I say I want to go out with friends, they ask, 'Why you so independent?' and my boyfriend just sits there. We argue more. He says I changed. I say he never sees me as a person, just like... part of his plan. I tried signing up for a course online, but he said, 'Later got time, now focus on us.' I miss my friends. I miss temple on Fridays. I even miss my cousin’s loud WhatsApp voice notes. Aiyah, sometimes I wonder — if I leave, is it all for nothing? But if I stay, will I even be me anymore? Can or not just go back and start over? This guilt is killing me lah.
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