And she always copies my mom and stepdad in her emails to me to show how rational she is. And I think they believe her. It’s exhausting. My favorite is when she tells me, “Clearly, your therapy isn’t working.”
And I guess I should figure out how to block her on my work email.
She told me in an email, with a copy to my mom and stepdad bc of course, that my therapy clearly isn’t working. What she doesn’t realize is that it slowly is. And she doesn’t like that.
Whenever I exchange words with my sister, which is rare, her standard response is “You’ve made it clear that you hate me.” I realized today that she has no idea of what hatred is. It’s just her standard response to anyone who is angry at her without taking responsibility for any of it.
Why do so many people now say fusstrating instead of frustrating? Did I miss a vote? Fussing, flustered, and frustrating are three separate things.
My therapist told me I had a childhood that was full of abuse. And I keep explaining that I was just a 70’s kid. I don’t know anything else.
I don’t feel that I was abused. We just literally had to leave the house every morning and not come back.
It’s weird to be told you were abused.
I asked a guy out not romantically but as friends. He enthusiastically said yes both times. And then cancelled both times. Alone until death it is.
I just want it to happen on my birthday. Is that too much to ask? I need a little treat given my current life.
Or absolute UNIT. My cat is currently deciding whether he’s a unit or a chonk. But oh lawd, he treading.
My eyes are exhausted and can no longer roll. I just say “GOD, THIS fucking idiot” whenever he’s onscreen and possibly make the jack off motion at everything he says.
Stolen from a friend. 🤣🤣🤣
Having my daughter have to say, “Don’t be mad, but dad lost his job” is a kick in the gut. I never wanted any of this for her. I wanted her to be one of the kids whose parents “made it.”
I still remember vividly having to tell my mom that Dad remarried. I loved him, but he was such a coward that he made his kids do it. I remember putting my Tretorns on the dashboard and just staring at them while my sister and I told my mom he had remarried. I just stared at my fucking shoes.
My dad made me tell my mom that he remarried. So apparently I married my dad and didn’t know it.
My ex got fired on Wednesday from a place he’s been with, and worked and strived to be the best, until he was made GM like five years ago. 30 years. Our finances are mostly set, shakily, but this is bad. And he had my daughter tell me. “Promise you won’t be mad.”
I have feelings.
Yesterday was our 24-year “wedding anniversary” and I have never felt more alone in my life. This too shall pass, right?
Good point. Just seemed…bubblier than usual this morning but there wasn’t massive flooding.
In keeping with the theme, there is water break on Claiborne…in front of the SWBNO.
Pretty much my entire mental life now. In between my husband leaving and me estranging myself from my sister, is me telling my brain, “No. Just, no. Don’t text that.” Usually that part of me wins. But sometimes I really want to go in with guns blazing.
I don’t really want to go to the Quarter. Let’s go to St. Charles and get drunk and dance and wave at cars. Most of which will be happily honking.
Are we all meeting on the parade route? Or somewhere else?
One day, it’s going to happen. And everything will be beautiful and amazing even if everything else is still terrible. At least for that one day.
I need to get another mouse-killing, roach-killing cat. But I think Bruce wouldn’t know what to do with another cat bully in the house. (My badass killer cat died.)
I have wall cleaning spray and shoes ready to go.
Bruce has failed miserably at bigass flying cockroach patrol and I’m very disappointed that I have to relieve him of this duty. You can’t just…look at it.
This is awful.
St. Joseph’s night. One of the reasons I love living here.
I’m biased, but I personally think growing up as a teenager in the 80s was the best thing ever. No cell phones. The music. And more importantly, the MUSIC VIDEOS.
Lord, deliver me from drunk tourists in the Quarter who think this is Disney World when I’m just trying to go to a work dinner I’m required to attend. On St. Patrick’s Day.
Thinking about the trans hysteria that has gripped the right wingers in our country while enjoying the hell out of this song I still love from the 80s.
youtu.be/dt9gn7R683k
I’m a person meant for monogamy. And I fucking hate thar now he’s just somebody that I used to know. Oh well, I guess?