TCG just got a letter about the job that he applied for, the one that would be much closer to where we live, that stated they had hired someone already and, therefore would not be seeking to interview him. So, releasing that job~ma.
Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Can I go on there online or do I have to buy a phone app?
Dinner was ok. I treated it like a business lunch. (Ex, X's husband, Ex's divorced mom and dad, ExH's mom and dad.) I did NOT want to go, but it was important to M, and that is more important than my distaste.
Sometimes I feel a little conflicted, because I am not an especially forbearing person, and I despise anything that smacks of fakeness or backstabbing. But I also think it's incredibly indulgent and awful for adults to let their stuff to get in the way of kids' emotional well-being. So I am pleasant and cordial, and sometimes I feel like such a calculating bitch, because if it were just me? OH HELL NO.
And I grouse to D a bit, but I do not want to vent as much as I need to/might like, because that ain't fair, either.
(So, I guess I'm saying thank you for listening to me work through this, and be bitchy. I do with local friends, too, but y'all are immediate gripe-dump.)
I tried to introduce "kprinkle" into Cleverbot's vocabulary:
User: Do you like kprinkles?
Cleverbot: I like you.
User: You don't even know me. I'm actually an evil mastermind.
Cleverbot: Really no I don't want that drink.
User: I think you've probably already had a drink.
Cleverbot: Then shall we get married after the drink?
User: This is all so sudden! I don't know what to say!
Cleverbot: I'm a girl too.
User: So you're a lesbian 'bot?
Cleverbot: Clever indeed, Cleverbot.
User: Well, I know that I'm clever, but thanks for the compliment.
Cleverbot: You already admitted to being cleverbot.
User: Pretty sure I didn't. Re-read the log.
Cleverbot: -rolls eyes at.
User: At what?
Cleverbot: Everything.
User: Why so jaded?
Cleverbot: Because I like being outdoors.
User: Don't your parts rust when you're outdoors?
Cleverbot: Yes, by my name or other pet names, but not baby.
User: Word salad.
Cleverbot: No, it's not :(.
You did good, Erin.
But I also think it's incredibly indulgent and awful for adults to let their stuff to get in the way of kids' emotional well-being.
This is really so true. Their marriage failed but they still share a child and marrying into that means sucking it up for M, sometimes.
I am really grateful that my stepmom was as welcoming to my mom as she was. Not that I think there was even hidden bad blood there but I know it's hard and I really appreciate that I never felt like I had to listen to Adult Issues.
I know that stepparenting (and all parenting) is really hard and totally vent here and to your friends but you are stepping up for M and that is so important.
OMG. Need to be in bed but just got home after a 13 hr day, so am having wine on the porch. Tomorrow's another long one.
Probably making less sense than cleverbot right now.
I am trying to do good. I try to be empathetic; I try to try not to fall into that tired old women-competing cliche. But it's hard. She was so utterly awful to D., and I have gotten info from too many sources about how awful, and part of me just wants to be better, in every way. Not from any kind of selfless feeling, either -- sheer shallow competitiveness.
And I'm usually a very "Meh, whatev, fuck you, I know I'm fine" so it's kinda weird for me, the intensity of this judging and feeling like I'm being judged.
(So, I guess I'm saying thank you for listening to me work through this, and be bitchy. I do with local friends, too, but y'all are immediate gripe-dump.)
What Cass said. It's super important for you to play it cool in these situations and super-cordiality is an amazing superpower in the face of such tricky circumstances. It's the thing that will help your step-son the most, this forebearance which does not come naturally to you.
Thanks, guys, for helping me not feel like an awful person. Lucky for me, though I dislike fronting, I am very good at being charming and faux.
I would be dangerous if it weren't so damned boring and I am so lazy.
(And I'm all humble, too!)
ETA: It IS made easier by the fact that M is a great kid, and I am falling in love with him.