I hate Winnipeg.
I think it’s killing me, in the slowest most painful way.
I moved here for a girl. Now my child is the sole reason I stay. There is no scenario where I will live in a different city than my daughter, so here I am. Stuck in the ass end of nowhere. With nobody but my beautiful little girl.
I’m trying to make the best of it. I’ve been here for over 2 and a half years. You’d think the city would be growing on me.
I hate it a little more every day…
I’m worried my daughter (when she’s a little older) is going to think I blame her. And I don’t. It’s just a shitty circumstance. It’s how the dice landed in my life.
But I seriously don’t know how to deal. And it’s getting worse and worse. I’m not looking for sympathy. I’m certainly not looking for advice. I’m just getting something off my chest.
Sorry if this brings you down after reading it, but I’m alone in this always-kind-of-dirty-looking shit-pile of a city in the middle of a baron wasteland of a province. I have very few outlets.