Dictatorship: part 2

Read part one here and part three here.
All images below were taking during these years.

We lived together since day one and had therefore a lot of joint expenses like rent, bills and food. My ex was an extremely cheap guy where spending money on unnecessary things was the biggest no-no. I ended up paying for the most of our expenses, after all that was only fair seeing I earned more than him, he reasoned. That could’ve been fine, but that fact that this enabled him to save thousands (NOK/SEK) a month, surely meant he had more than enough money to contribute towards our shared economy. I wouldn’t argue it though, mentioning it only made him see red and I had to deal with him in that state more than enough as it was.

 Fake it till you make it. There is no happiness behind these fake smiles

Fake it till you make it. There is no happiness behind these fake smiles

Despite me more or less paying for him to live, he would get mad at me for not saving as much as him. Once he flipped out on me when he saw on my bank statement (still no privacy) that I had bought a cup of coffee at work. He would scream at me for not caring if we ever got to buy a house and that I didn’t care about our future. Because of one cup of coffee. 37 kr. There our future went out the window surely.

 Me trying to get out of the relationship be like

Me trying to get out of the relationship be like

I love interiors and decorating and would love making a place a home. He would hardly spend money on furniture. What was the point making it a home when we were only renting… So I lived for years in apartments with the bare minimum of stuff to get through our day to day life. When we lived in Oslo, we didn’t even have a bed, just a mattress.

Speaking of living in Oslo, where I for once lived close to my sister and my best friend. I saw my best friend more living in the UK than I did living in the same city as her. I wasn't allowed go out spending money, so we never did anything. And he never really wanted to hang out with anyone but me, because he didn't really know them and did not seem to eager to get to know them either. Those few times we did hang out, he never said anything. Maybe he was afraid they would see what a douche of a boyfriend he was and then talk me into leaving. That was after all his biggest fear.

 These were the only new friends he was fine with me making whilst living in London

These were the only new friends he was fine with me making whilst living in London

Imagine moving to an exciting, big capital city such as London and after a year realise you haven't experienced anything the city has to offer. There I stood, with my suitcase packed, ready to move to Stockholm without really getting to know London. He never wanted to do anything. After all, everything costs money. And I couldn't spend my money and I couldn't go out with anyone else. We could've just as well lived in a tiny little cottage in the forrest, it wouldn't have made much of a difference.

To be continued.

Until next time, Renate.