I would like to share a story with you of how one man’s companionship changed the world as I knew it for the better, and for the worst. At the end of it, you might think me weak. Half -way through you might think me weak. But I am going to tell my story here.
I had been made bankrupt. I gave up the keys to my flat to the mortgage company. I had no-where to live.
Three years later in declining mental health I found myself living in a flat. I gave up the flat because my health deteriorated so much i couldn’t work any more. I moved into a room.
I was befriended by the guy downstairs and we spent a lot of time together. We smoked skunk weed. We listened to music until the early hours of the day. We went out places at night. I went out places at night. We did not work. We lived on benefits.
I came out to him as GAY. He trashed my flat. I tried to commit suicide. I fell in love with him. He tried to trash me in a fight. I had him arrested and pressed charges. I ran away to Paris. I was sectioned there. I came home two months later.
In a nutshell that was it.
Material things get the better of us 