Happy Chanukah, Bitches! And this year, Chanukah coincides with the Aztec 5 days of bad at the end of the year. FWIW.
Our Christmas wasn't bad. The landlord's daughter had her annual Xmas orgy, or at least tried to, but her parents came home around midnight, threw everyone out, turned off the thumping music, and opened all the windows to let the smoke out. So no police called this year, and we didn't have to disconnect the power. OTOH, while the thumping music stopped, they then proceeded to scream at each other for about an hour. Christmas with the family.
Mal made out like a bandit, of course, although after weeks of being told to not mess with the packages, he was deeply suspicious when we encouraged him to open some. Then he saw the video camera, realized it was a sting operation, melted down, clambered up Robert and hid in his neck, howling.
Boxing Day, I got the Death Cold, and Mallory started pulling up (in his crib, on the hearths, on the wine rack) and climbing stairs.
I'm in the process of breaking up with my boyfriend. We love each other dearly, but it's still not enough. If I told him I wouldn't call today, so to email him would be wrong, right? I just had a dream where I got bit by a venomous snake. My sister and I didn't know for sure what kind of snake it was, so we needed to go to the hospital, and I decided to hold the snake all the way there. I saw him, he agreed it was poisonous, probably told me what it was since he's all nature boy, and then told me he couldn't come with me. In the car the snake kept biting me and struggling to get away. I woke up feeling like my body was starting to feel paralyzed, especially in my arms (as it was my hand that got bit). Man, when both of you still love each other, breaking up sucks so badly.
d, i'm sorry. Even if it's the right thing for you, it still can be hard.
Raq, what is it with colds and the holiday? Ellie and I are sick now, as of Christmas Eve. I empathize with you, although I didn't have any loud music, so there's that.
Yay for pulling-up Mallory! (maybe not so much yay from his parents)
{{{d}}} I'm so sorry.
There is a strange girl sleeping on my couch. This makes it difficult to do things.
Not Emily the Strange, I take it?
{{{d}}}
It is POURING rain and I need to hop in my car and drive to work.
Don't wanna.
It is POURING rain and I need to hop in my car and drive to work.
Huh. And here it's warm and sunny and I can sleep in until noon. Did that help? It felt helpful.
Then he saw the video camera, realized it was a sting operation, melted down, clambered up Robert and hid in his neck, howling.
Oh, HAR. Sorry about the Death Cold. I have it too. No longer am I sneezing and sniffling, the Death Cold has quickly made its way to my chest for coughing and not breathing.
d- I am so sorry. I have been there, sort of. I mean, I definitely still loved my crazy ex when we broke up, but there was unhealthiness there that I didn't fully realize until I had followed my very painful hunch. And what felt like an amputation for several weeks eventually felt like freedom from what was Not Right For Me.
Huh. It was this time of year, too. I can't believe that 4 years ago I was still with him (well, we were on a break between Thanksgiving and the dat after New Years). Four years! I feel like I've lived a whole other lifetime in that time.
Anyway, not to make it all about me. But even though I am sure our situations are different, I do know how you feel, and if it is the right thing, it will soon heal.
t unsolicited advice
I'd keep contact at a minimum until the metaphorical bleeding slows though.
t /unsolicited advice
And, of course, {{d}}
Geee, thanks bt. The downpour just doubled in strength - I think I'll get washed away if I step outside. I'm trying to wait for a small break so I can run to my car.
Be strong, d. Don't call, don't write, just be strong. This has got to be awful, but if you really believe you're doing the right thing, stick to your guns.
