When we last left our plucky heroin ...
She was drunk in Chicago with a bunch of rowdy fangirls. Wait, no, you say, we should go back further. Okay, before then our damsel went through quite a bit of distress, but ultimately she managed to come out on top and kick a little ass along the way.
Oh, look!! Is that a flashback complete with dreamy harp music and wobbly fade out? I think it is!!
He left me in November '08 and the divorce was final in May '09. It was, without a doubt, the most painful experience of my life save the death of my father. I didn't post much during that time because I felt there was only so much emotional despair a reasonable flist could withstand.
He was horrible to me in ways I never could have imagined, but I didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me break or falter. I made sure all my dealings with him were as pleasant and professional as possible. Had I earned the right to be angry, bitter and retaliatory? You bet your ass I had, but at the end of the day, I knew any victory I might have achieved from being a complete and utter cunt would have been hollow.
Two weeks before the divorce was final, he called me in a fit, crying and begging for forgiveness. He stated he made a huge mistake, everything was his fault, that he'd committed emotional infidelity and blah, blah, blah. He was miserable in his new life, didn't have his genius of a wife to partner with to make the tough decisions, no one to love and understand the man he was, no one to appreciate him, etc. I simply said I was sorry he was in such dire straights but that the damage he did was completely and totally irreparable at this stage especially when I'd given him multiple chances to make it right. Plus no divorce attorney in his right mind would give us back our money.
I've been promoted twice since I moved to Swampland USA (unequivocal thanks to bluecamosis). Yes, this woman of thirty-five had stars in her eyes and dared to advance her career. Sadly, she almost went insane while doing it. I'm sure you all are thinking, 'Melodramatic much, Dee,' but I assure you it was dicey there for awhile. Ultimately, it's turned out well these last few months, but I had to sacrifice a lot of my personal time (Oh Azkatraz and various other vacations, how I mourn you) to even everything out. I really do love my job, it just drives me to drink every now and then.
Firstly, let me say thank you to everyone that commented not too long ago concerning the fiasco that was my uncle's arrest, trial and subsequent suicide. I didn't attend the actual services, but I did help my grandmother make arrangements. It was the least I could do for the woman that was, despite all her faults, more of a mother to me than my own was.
As for the remainder of my family, I have very little contact with them and prefer it that way. I have no desire to be enveloped within their whirlwind of bullshit self-importance and ass-hattery. The exception has been, of course, my brother. He's still with my sister, and sadly, no better. We've reached the stage where involuntary commitment to a facility is necessary. We're racing against the clock and the state of Tennessee as he reaches the age of majority next month.
Uhm ... my apartment in LC got broken into right before I moved to BR to take the new position. They stole my webcam, my digital video camera and destroyed my laptop (hence my prolonged absence), but my dogs were okay. That's all that really mattered to me.
I have a roommate in BR, but he's never here as he works offshore. How sweet is that!! He pays half of everything yet is only here about a week once every two months He's much better than the one I had in LC (not you, stephykla, I was referring to Bacon) and was generous enough to give me his laptop to use before he left this last time. My employees call him Imaginary Bryan, lol.
I went to a meet-up in Chicago last summer, giving me the chance to interact with old friends while making some new ones along the way. It was wonderful, and I cannot wait to do something similar again.
I heard through friends that there has been much wank and flouncing while I was away. Gotta love the LiveJournal entertainment!! Rule of thumb for future reference, you don't get to flounce unless: A)you know how to do it properly and with flair; B)you've been around here for a minimum of seven years.
Writing has been tentative and slow, but I think I'm pulling out of the funk. When he-who-must-not-be-mentioned left, all creativity ground to a screeching halt up until a few weeks ago. I'm sure work and family only exacerbated the problem. It's been hard not to produce words on a regular basis, but I feel a change on the horizon. I have to start somewhere.
Oh, I have some picspam of when my fingers were broken and dislocated as well as why my internet in LC was always non-existent.
Cable connection of dooooooom. The exposed cabling was rotting from all the rain we received on a regular basis. No amount of calls to the company ever got it fixed.
A result of dogs chasing cats with my fingers tied up in the leashes.
Lastly, I thank each and every one of you for your friendship, support, well-wishes, birthday wishes (I'll be digging through old posts to comment on those), gifts, stories and overall presence. I love this fandom, and I treasure daily the constant wealth I reap from it.
To those whose birthday's I missed, I apologize and send belated best wishes. To those who have been nominated and/or won fic awards in the last year, congratulations are most certainly in order. And if I've missed anything in your life, significant or not, please don't hesitate to tell me. :D
Saw the chance to get in on the latest meme over at pyjamapants journal. She gave me Scorpius (shag!), Albus Severus (marry!) and Hugo (push off a cliff!). If you want to play, lemme know.
Oh, look!! Is that a flashback complete with dreamy harp music and wobbly fade out? I think it is!!
He left me in November '08 and the divorce was final in May '09. It was, without a doubt, the most painful experience of my life save the death of my father. I didn't post much during that time because I felt there was only so much emotional despair a reasonable flist could withstand.
He was horrible to me in ways I never could have imagined, but I didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me break or falter. I made sure all my dealings with him were as pleasant and professional as possible. Had I earned the right to be angry, bitter and retaliatory? You bet your ass I had, but at the end of the day, I knew any victory I might have achieved from being a complete and utter cunt would have been hollow.
Two weeks before the divorce was final, he called me in a fit, crying and begging for forgiveness. He stated he made a huge mistake, everything was his fault, that he'd committed emotional infidelity and blah, blah, blah. He was miserable in his new life, didn't have his genius of a wife to partner with to make the tough decisions, no one to love and understand the man he was, no one to appreciate him, etc. I simply said I was sorry he was in such dire straights but that the damage he did was completely and totally irreparable at this stage especially when I'd given him multiple chances to make it right. Plus no divorce attorney in his right mind would give us back our money.
I've been promoted twice since I moved to Swampland USA (unequivocal thanks to bluecamosis). Yes, this woman of thirty-five had stars in her eyes and dared to advance her career. Sadly, she almost went insane while doing it. I'm sure you all are thinking, 'Melodramatic much, Dee,' but I assure you it was dicey there for awhile. Ultimately, it's turned out well these last few months, but I had to sacrifice a lot of my personal time (Oh Azkatraz and various other vacations, how I mourn you) to even everything out. I really do love my job, it just drives me to drink every now and then.
Firstly, let me say thank you to everyone that commented not too long ago concerning the fiasco that was my uncle's arrest, trial and subsequent suicide. I didn't attend the actual services, but I did help my grandmother make arrangements. It was the least I could do for the woman that was, despite all her faults, more of a mother to me than my own was.
As for the remainder of my family, I have very little contact with them and prefer it that way. I have no desire to be enveloped within their whirlwind of bullshit self-importance and ass-hattery. The exception has been, of course, my brother. He's still with my sister, and sadly, no better. We've reached the stage where involuntary commitment to a facility is necessary. We're racing against the clock and the state of Tennessee as he reaches the age of majority next month.
Uhm ... my apartment in LC got broken into right before I moved to BR to take the new position. They stole my webcam, my digital video camera and destroyed my laptop (hence my prolonged absence), but my dogs were okay. That's all that really mattered to me.
I have a roommate in BR, but he's never here as he works offshore. How sweet is that!! He pays half of everything yet is only here about a week once every two months He's much better than the one I had in LC (not you, stephykla, I was referring to Bacon) and was generous enough to give me his laptop to use before he left this last time. My employees call him Imaginary Bryan, lol.
I went to a meet-up in Chicago last summer, giving me the chance to interact with old friends while making some new ones along the way. It was wonderful, and I cannot wait to do something similar again.
I heard through friends that there has been much wank and flouncing while I was away. Gotta love the LiveJournal entertainment!! Rule of thumb for future reference, you don't get to flounce unless: A)you know how to do it properly and with flair; B)you've been around here for a minimum of seven years.
Writing has been tentative and slow, but I think I'm pulling out of the funk. When he-who-must-not-be-mentioned left, all creativity ground to a screeching halt up until a few weeks ago. I'm sure work and family only exacerbated the problem. It's been hard not to produce words on a regular basis, but I feel a change on the horizon. I have to start somewhere.
Oh, I have some picspam of when my fingers were broken and dislocated as well as why my internet in LC was always non-existent.
Cable connection of dooooooom. The exposed cabling was rotting from all the rain we received on a regular basis. No amount of calls to the company ever got it fixed.
A result of dogs chasing cats with my fingers tied up in the leashes.
Lastly, I thank each and every one of you for your friendship, support, well-wishes, birthday wishes (I'll be digging through old posts to comment on those), gifts, stories and overall presence. I love this fandom, and I treasure daily the constant wealth I reap from it.
To those whose birthday's I missed, I apologize and send belated best wishes. To those who have been nominated and/or won fic awards in the last year, congratulations are most certainly in order. And if I've missed anything in your life, significant or not, please don't hesitate to tell me. :D
Saw the chance to get in on the latest meme over at pyjamapants journal. She gave me Scorpius (shag!), Albus Severus (marry!) and Hugo (push off a cliff!). If you want to play, lemme know.