Haven't posted in a while
Warning: Lots of updates ahead
So I saw my ex-fiance and his new wifey last night when I was out making conversation with cute guys. I wanted to drop kick him in the face, but resisted; however, I am taking comfort in the fact that he has gotten even fatter than I have (and at least I'm LOSING weight now), and that eventually, someone will find out about his side philanderings with men and/or that little swinging group/porn business he runs in addition to his middle school teaching job and there will go his wonderful life. Karma is beautiful like that, or so I'm told, so I'll just have some faith.
I'd also like to note how awesome I looked when I saw him, and that I kept my composure and didn't say a word to him. Score one for me.
/bitter rant
On the plus side of things: For a while, we thought my mother had PML, a life-threatening bacteria that basically very quickly eats the brain and ends in death within 6-12 months. Doctors have now come to the conclusion that while my mother is NOT well, it is not PML, which is great.
The house is in foreclosure since my uncle decided to stop paying the mortgage, but the earliest of stages, so we had a realtor come look at it last night to see if it might be worth selling before the foreclosure happens. The house was asssessed at 239,900 years ago by the town. The realtor last night assessed it at a whopping 400k, which means that now we actually have the option of either selling it for what it owed, or more (thus helping my uncle avoid a major credit hit), or maybe even staying in it, if we can figure it out. Either way, things are not looking grim on that front at all right now, although even if it was foreclosed on in a worse-case scenario, I'm certain my family would make the best of it, as they always do.
I'm apartment-hunting myself now, trying to get out and get my own space. While the whole financial aid mess at school kind of put a hitch in that, it just means that I can stay at my job longer and add another semester to school, which means cramming fewer classes into each semester in the end. I rocked out my class with an A average, so I'll do school part-time again in the fall and work FT, although getting an apartment will mean that I'll also need to take an evening or weekend job for additional income. But having my own space again would make it seem worth it; I'm not loving my living arrangements now, but I have no right to complain because it's better than being homeless.
Love-life, things are the same as usual. After a month of not seeing each other, I broke up with Jim, because if I wanted to never see my BF, I'd do long-distance again. It was mutual in the end though; frankly, I can only assume he lost interest in me, since he had a bunch of time but chose to spend it with others. Not the end of my world, for as the saying goes, there are many fish in the sea.
On a final note, I was discharged from therapy last week, on the condition that I call if I ever need to talk. This is huge for me; I have been reliant on medication and therapy my whole life, and to have a therapist tell me that not only am I not in need of any medications as I've managed to stabilize my moods myself, but to also suggest that I no longer *need* therapy, means that I have really come quite far on my own. I may even for right now be free of the stigma of bi-polar and depression, as neither has heavily afflicted me in more than 8 months, a long period to go without a single occurrance.
Either way, it's huge progress towards my goal of leading a normal, healthy life, and I am grateful for that.
Anyways, yeah, that''s the update. More to come soon, I'm sure!
So I saw my ex-fiance and his new wifey last night when I was out making conversation with cute guys. I wanted to drop kick him in the face, but resisted; however, I am taking comfort in the fact that he has gotten even fatter than I have (and at least I'm LOSING weight now), and that eventually, someone will find out about his side philanderings with men and/or that little swinging group/porn business he runs in addition to his middle school teaching job and there will go his wonderful life. Karma is beautiful like that, or so I'm told, so I'll just have some faith.
I'd also like to note how awesome I looked when I saw him, and that I kept my composure and didn't say a word to him. Score one for me.
/bitter rant
On the plus side of things: For a while, we thought my mother had PML, a life-threatening bacteria that basically very quickly eats the brain and ends in death within 6-12 months. Doctors have now come to the conclusion that while my mother is NOT well, it is not PML, which is great.
The house is in foreclosure since my uncle decided to stop paying the mortgage, but the earliest of stages, so we had a realtor come look at it last night to see if it might be worth selling before the foreclosure happens. The house was asssessed at 239,900 years ago by the town. The realtor last night assessed it at a whopping 400k, which means that now we actually have the option of either selling it for what it owed, or more (thus helping my uncle avoid a major credit hit), or maybe even staying in it, if we can figure it out. Either way, things are not looking grim on that front at all right now, although even if it was foreclosed on in a worse-case scenario, I'm certain my family would make the best of it, as they always do.
I'm apartment-hunting myself now, trying to get out and get my own space. While the whole financial aid mess at school kind of put a hitch in that, it just means that I can stay at my job longer and add another semester to school, which means cramming fewer classes into each semester in the end. I rocked out my class with an A average, so I'll do school part-time again in the fall and work FT, although getting an apartment will mean that I'll also need to take an evening or weekend job for additional income. But having my own space again would make it seem worth it; I'm not loving my living arrangements now, but I have no right to complain because it's better than being homeless.
Love-life, things are the same as usual. After a month of not seeing each other, I broke up with Jim, because if I wanted to never see my BF, I'd do long-distance again. It was mutual in the end though; frankly, I can only assume he lost interest in me, since he had a bunch of time but chose to spend it with others. Not the end of my world, for as the saying goes, there are many fish in the sea.
On a final note, I was discharged from therapy last week, on the condition that I call if I ever need to talk. This is huge for me; I have been reliant on medication and therapy my whole life, and to have a therapist tell me that not only am I not in need of any medications as I've managed to stabilize my moods myself, but to also suggest that I no longer *need* therapy, means that I have really come quite far on my own. I may even for right now be free of the stigma of bi-polar and depression, as neither has heavily afflicted me in more than 8 months, a long period to go without a single occurrance.
Either way, it's huge progress towards my goal of leading a normal, healthy life, and I am grateful for that.
Anyways, yeah, that''s the update. More to come soon, I'm sure!