Im sat looking at the same rooms that i always look at. There are seven of them and i wander between them, but i rarely venture outside of them. It is not that i do not want to, although sometimes when i do not go outside for a while i can understand how people get to scared to leave their saftey zone. I just do not know anyone here really and i have a young child and a partner that works very hard, leaving little time for me and him. I guess i became a stay at home mum, and now all i do is stay at home. I hate my partner at times because he gets to go out into the real world and speak with adults and make decisions, he says he would love to stay home, but he wouldnt, he says that to make me feel like his world is harder and i guess in someways it is. The thing is his world involves more than these walls and the door at the front and the door at the back and that is were the jealousy kicks in. He cant stay home and i cant leave and i know we cant carry on like this. I guess this is going to be my blog about these walls and my attempt to escape them, my attempt to take some control back from somewhere inside myself. It is time to find out if the walls are to blame or if the rest of it is rotten anyway. Its a new year and hopefully a new start, time to stop living next to each other and start living with each other.