Living with my ex is killing me!
Breaking up, but not moving out, is one of those unfortunate situations, especially in today’s hellish rental market. Now that you and your boy are kaput the niceties of co-habiting are no more. Forget stumbling to the loo in your knickers, sharing a risotto for two or spooning in the marital bed. You’re probably both afraid to make eye contact, crying hysterically and working back late to avoid sitting on the longue watching TV in stony silence. My advice? Pack up and move out asap. Like today. The mental anguish of polite, love-less living with your former partner is a form of torture no person should have to endure. Yes, the GFC hit hard, but this is no time for saving pennies. Get a bag, fill it with essentials and walk out that door.
If you've got nowhere to go, doss on a friends couch (which can’t be more uncomfortable than your current living arrangements), stay in a cheap motel or get a serviced apartment for a week or two. Ask a family member for a loan if you’re low on funds. You won’t regret it later, I promise. And if your work schedule is making it hard to find a new place, explain your predicament to your boss and ask for a couple of days' compassionate leave to pound the pavement and talk to agents - you'll be surprised how much support you’ll get for being upfront. You may have lost your lover, but there’s a funky one-bedroom flat with your name on it out there. Go find it!
Love, reality chick






