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.
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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.
legal ma ~~~~ Barbara
Am I the only one who briefly thought that Barb was having legal trouble with CalGal? Oh TT, you haunt me still.
WOW, flashback.
Not the only one.
{{{{{Sean}}}}} I'm so sorry you went through.
Barb much -ma for dealing with the crazy lady.
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.
Today was the rehersal dinner and a very emotional day. I'm beat.
Thanks for the ~ma, guys. And sorry I've been so sunk into the whacked out me-ness that I've been a bad Buffista family member.
Sean, I've not met you in person (not for lack of trying, mind you), but itpisses me off that anyone would try to speak for me, and that terrible woman saying that no one likes you has way fucking overstepped her bounds. I like you in all the ways that matter. I think you're fiercely intelligent and thoughtful and articulate and just a nice person. I don't expect that these words will make any difference or serve as anything more than maybe a temporary balm, but I wanted you to know that in my world, these are the things that matter.
I really do not want to be here working this shitty show with this shitty stage manager. Aside from all the stuff that's already making this a joyless chore, tonight the restaurant I tried to get dinner from took my order and then fucked off, so I get no dinner.
I don't want to be here. I want to be home in bed crying.