It breaks my heart because had we just done the fucking couples therapy, we would’ve made it.

In any event, I’M still in therapy, she is fucking pissed and has made it clear: it’s him, 100%. I did everything I could have.

So now we just get to be sweet and fun and watch ppl put 2 and 2 together.

Well fuck him though, we’re going to start making my life easier.

Interviewed and they asked me to come work tomorrow.

I want to be happy but apparently Shithead told them MONTHS AGO we were “over” and I think the only reason they asked me was bc he told them he was ok with it.

Oh ok youve been telling everyone you’re a single man for months, WHERE IS MY SHIT?

OMG the other place is asking me to come in on Tuesday, if I secure just a few shifts a month, we can fucking CHILL, dude

WHEW GOD all good, im not even in trouble

Sick bitch, lmao JESUS

So I sent my resume to the neighboring (“rival”? These people are so fucking childish) marketplace shop as a floater; they’re going to discuss it as a possibility in their meeting today 🤞🏻

I kind of laughed because she literally just told me she had to quit in the middle of a sale because she was going to shit herself (she’s like in her 60s) And then acted like I was stupid for being confused why she’d subtly threaten me.

She said that if everything was too much for me medically, maybe this wasn’t the right job for me.

Girl I have no idea why she’d even suggest that or where that came from.

This job kind of sucks. I’m sad but working through it.
My “manager” said something fucking horrible and inappropriate regarding my physical capability and I’m like…didnt you fucking leave in the middle of a sale because you’re old and almost shit yourself?

Dont talk to me about me.

ily ♥️

idk. She’s not right right now.

She’d be mortified if she knew the shit she said to her daughter who just left a bad home situation and lost her husband to alcoholism. Like, she’d be sick to her stomach.

Here to report that he was 100% correct; I truly just bring this pain on myself if I choose to try to share things with her.

It’s just really, really lonely, and honestly, really unfair to me right now.

My psychiatrist’s mom has dementia; he said stop talking to her about shit because it’s not going to get better, it’s just going to continue to make me crazy and feral when I’m already on a razor‘s edge with my emotional and mental health.

“You left an bad home and are getting divorced: DUH”

It’s horrible; something good or interesting will happen, I try to share, and she is not hearing what is actually being said; it’s like her brain is completely misinterpreting the words and then she’s super upset and yelling at me, I’m trying to correct her, it’s just a screaming match

It’s been like I never left home, a lot of the time.

I’ve heard things I can’t unhear and am a harder, more guarded person now.

I’ll never tell her this, but this has been really, really bad for my mental and physical health.

i can physically do it, yeah. Thank god.

This is a big deal, it’s a door finally opening.