I had such high hopes.

This is just me venting. I’m frustrated because I know without my fiancé, I would be on the street. He’s not the nicest guy. He was a year ago, before we moved, but he’s different now. He has all the financial control and I have to ask him for everything. I even have to beg him for dog food when my dog runs out of it. I had hopes for us when he proposed and when he asked me to move across the country with him, I accepted. He was playing pretend, I guess, and now I’m stuck. Being poor sucks. Life sucks.