I was telling my abductee friend Natalie in Texas about how my life was going, and it was so awful-- the migraine train, the bullshit with Cat, the crazy with my mother and sister, and how I might lose my affordable living situation-- that she started laughing at how bad it was. I began giggling right with her, because it really is a fucking SHIT  ( Read more... )

I finally yelled at Cat.

She kept coming into my room to complain, and it was getting on my nerves. But... I let it go for the most part and tried to be pleasant. Eventually, she came in one too many times and went into her spiel about how she was no good for me, and I deserved better, and she should just live alone, yadda yadda yadda!

And I ( Read more... )

Oh fucking SIGH ( Read more... )

Last night Dora called me back days after I left a message that we got Erica's credit union account set up and she wanted to make sure she understood, plus she apologized for taking so long to get back to me. And I went over "the plan" for getting Erica her own money and everything, and Dora said to keep her updated, she just wanted to know what to ( Read more... )

My surgery has gone well, but my equilibrium has yet to be restored. I think I'm going to need a few more weeks to feel normal enough to get back to my personal routine. I've been too optimistic thinking I could get back to normal within days. Obviously, that's not what's happening here.

I really, really wish I wasn't so... fucking fragile in some ( Read more... )

I'm incredibly humiliated ( Read more... )

This has been a rough couple of months ( Read more... )

I gotta get to those back-posts, don't I ( Read more... )

Thursday night, basically Day 3 of my Hoarder cleaning project, Reese had to go deal with drama between her sister and soon-to-be-ex brother-in-law. It ended up with a confrontation between her and her BIL, and the cops were called. No one got hurt, but he threatened to go to his mother's house to get a gun and shoot Reese! Reese still didn't back ( Read more... )

The end of the summer this year is proving to be especially revolutionary.

The idea of my mother "going down" to the point she needs a nursing home doesn't seem so shocking, I suppose. Yet I've been waiting on this for almost 20 years... The idea of my mother agreeing she may indeed need assisted living, though-- is incredibly shocking ( Read more... )