My SO moved out of his mothers house on the first of October. He moved into a room with his best friend (Ron), who has a room at his moms place, but her boyfriend owns the house (thats the best way I can explain it). Rons brother (who is a bit mentally unstable) lives there also, as well as two other asian students.

Since moving, our communication has been patchy. He doesn't have access to a computer except at his grandparents house (he works for his gpa), but with our time difference, he's at his gpa's house when I'm just waking up to go to work, so we can't really talk for more than a few minutes.

He was using Ron's phone to talk to me for a while. My SO doesn't have a phone - he never really has, but has always had a google number and used that to contact people from his computer, but no computer = no communication.

So for the last two and a half weeks we've had maybe one or two proper conversations. (kill meee).

The other night, Ron was out and my SO was home alone, when Rons mom came home drunk. She was yelling at him and saying that Ron didn't like living with him and that he was annoyed my SO was using his phone all the time. She said he was using up Rons phone data (family plan, my SO thought it was unlimited) and that he needs to stop. She blamed him for the mess in the house but my SO says Ron and his brother have been 10x messier than he has, but she's putting it all on him. He has been respectful of her wishes of smoking outside. Ron hasn't, and when she smells it she blames my SO. blah blah blah... and some other stuff.

Anyway, after that, my SO left the house because he was so upset and drove up to his grandparents place. He stayed there the night and we got to skype properly for once. He eventually went to sleep after talking to me. Then when I woke up that morning, my SO left a quick message saying he'd talk to me that night, but I didn't hear from him.

24 hours passed after when he was supposed to talk to me, and still no reply to any of my messages, so I got worried that he had died or ran off or something. I contacted his mom, who called the grandparents to see if they knew where he was. They said he went back to the house. My SO came online not long after and said he couldn't talk for long but that he loved me and he was sorry. Apparently while he was away, Rons brother had an episode and tried to stab Ron. The police came and took him to the hospital for psychiatric evaluation and he is under watch for 3 days.

Ugh. I think it was a mistake for my SO to move into that house. Ron is cool, I've met him, and they have a great friendship, but that house is just not stable, which is what my SO needs.

I'm going crazy not being able to talk to my SO and there's nothing I can do about it. He doesn't want to use Rons phone to talk because he doesn't want to start shit. He can't set up a computer because its not his space. He's going to buy a laptop but that will set him back $400 which will put us even further away from seeing each other again. I don't know how long this is going to go on for, but I can't take much more. Not knowing when this will end is killing me.

I needed to write this out because I have zero close friends and no one wants to hear my bullshit sob story. I'm so lonely. We're both lonely... and its the worst feeling in the world.