Aw, Cass, I have so been there. I know that doesn't help but my heart goes out to you.
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I really don't like the part of me that is posting All About Me And My Pain right now. I'm not going to stop, hopefully, but it still grates.
See, but getting it out is like a leeching for the soul. Except without the cute little bloodsucker and the round marks on the body.
We're like Internet Barber Surgeons.
Except without the cute little bloodsucker and the round marks on the body.Wait... I'm doing it wrong? Now how to get rid of the marks because I bruise easily...
Though the leeching is helping.
And the having been there and survived it, that helps a lot too, Robin.
Love you {{{Cass}} I'm here if you need me.
I have to go to bed right now, but... um, huh. No way to end that gracefully.
I have to go to bed right now, but... um, huh. No way to end that gracefully.
Pfft. Worst transition ever!
"I am so there for you!! Not now though. Maybe later."
Pfft. Worst transition ever! "I am so there for you!! Not now though. Maybe later."And yet? Made me laugh. Literally. Which was really good.
And yet? Made me laugh. Literally. Which was really good.
Then I amend. Most Earnest Yet Comic Transition Ever.
I really don't like the part of me that is posting All About Me And My Pain right now. I'm not going to stop, hopefully, but it still grates.
In-very-deed. One realizes that one is so terribly bored of dealing with the shit, and if you're boring yourself, then how are others going to react? It feels so damned Narcissistic. "See me! I hurt, I'm frustrated, and all the other things I've been taught I should keep to myelf." But that way leadeth to ulcers, and that's one more thing you don't need.
t gazes out snowy window pensively, comes up with nothing pity It sucks, my sister. It sucks.
Deena is me. I'm about to go to sleep, but hey, I'm there for you, Cass. Tomorrow. Yeah, that's right. Tomorrow. Or maybe Tuesday.
Seriously, I too have been there. Even though the divorce was certainly not my idea, within a few years I came to realize that I was better off. That does not mean I didn't spend many hours as a sodden lump on the bed.