I would've figured...still...
I'm thinking about buying something very expensive. Maybe an antelope.
Anya ,'Get It Done'
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.
Daisy Jane - Oct 15, 2010 12:53:13 pm PDT #5841 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
askye - Oct 15, 2010 1:32:33 pm PDT #5842 of 30000
Thrive to spite them
Sean I'm really sorry about what you are going through. The people involved are just...it's beyond words.
Laga - Oct 15, 2010 1:47:01 pm PDT #5843 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
beth b - Oct 15, 2010 3:04:16 pm PDT #5844 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
I know there are mean people. I know there are cruel people. But it is just so outside of my brain. Mean for thae sake of being mean just floors me. and to Sean? Seriously fucked up.
that's barbaric.
I'm sorry, Sean.
beth b - Oct 15, 2010 3:52:29 pm PDT #5845 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
legal ma ~~~~ Barbara
flea - Oct 15, 2010 3:55:53 pm PDT #5846 of 30000
information libertarian
Am I the only one who briefly thought that Barb was having legal trouble with CalGal? Oh TT, you haunt me still.
Dana - Oct 15, 2010 3:56:44 pm PDT #5847 of 30000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
WOW, flashback.
brenda m - Oct 15, 2010 4:10:06 pm PDT #5848 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Not the only one.
sj - Oct 15, 2010 4:15:04 pm PDT #5849 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{{{Sean}}}}} I'm so sorry you went through.
Barb much -ma for dealing with the crazy lady.
quester - Oct 15, 2010 4:31:53 pm PDT #5850 of 30000
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
Sean, the same thing happened to me in grad school and the damage still lingers 26 years later. I empathize so deeply that I'm posting through tears that are not all on your account.
I can tell you that it is survivable. I would like to say it gets better, but I'm still alone and reluctant to even try to get involved again.
My hope is that the good people here are a comfort to you that I never had. And that their help will bring you more hope than I feel.