She's going to be writing a blog about her experiences. I gave her the title: Sari-Crossed Lovers.

I suspect that they will not mistreat her, but that your brother will get an earful after the meeting.

This is how it would be in my family. Luckily not my direct family, but my aunt would probably share notes with PC's parents. Luckily I'm her favorite niece, so I've never been in her direct fire but I've seen her in action. She can kill a person with kindness face to face, but will be brutal behind his/her back. She also holds a grudge like whoa. I think my dad and I are the only ones not in her cross hairs (though, really, she could be talking smack about us for all I know).

Sari-Crossed Lovers.

Nice.

omnis, glad your dad is doing better. Fingers crossed for continued improvement.

Trying to prioritize what to get done with the rest of my weekend. Cooking, cleaning, finances, maybe some work work. And a trip to the grocery store and/or Walgreens.

I have surrendered. Turned on the a/c. The heatwave has too much moisture. Hopefully the place will cool down a little more, and I can do some work around here.

The strange thing about the HVAC in this place. No ductwork to either bathroom or kitchen. And the bedroom doesn't have both in and out ducts. But the living room has dropped 3 degrees in less than an hour, and humidity much better (sorry, no RH meter at home). Nice to see the Galileo Thermometer finally getting a globe floating again.

You know the fam will hate the idea of a blog if they ever learn about it, right?

Probably. It will start out private.

i'm doing it while keeping in mind that i may one day make it public. that's why i wanted a more mild title. i found that my actual journal where i am "uncensored" just fuels anger and resentment so i wanted a blog to temper my expression of all this. i get too emotional and i wanted to be forced to take a step back and a potentially public audience will do that.

I am kind of proud of myself, because despite battling a panic attack most of the day I managed to do a number of things I needed to, and didn't cave to the desire to curl up into the fetal position and watch Nikita all day. I made dinner, and my lunch for tomorrow, and did a bunch of dishes, and took out the trash and recycling, and walked Frankie, and scooped the litter pans, and did a bit of tidying, and updated my budget software, and put away (last week's) clean clothes, etc.

So yay me. It only took half a Xanax.

Much ~ma to your brother and FSIL, P-C. Good advice already given, nothing I can add except for her to remember that none of this crap is actually about her at all.

She's going to be writing a blog about her experiences. I gave her the title: Sari-Crossed Lovers.

Brilliant! Give us the link if she makes it public, will you?

Glad Strix is okay! That was a tense moment of catch-up reading.

smonster, you know, just because Z is still on OKC and "looking around" doesn't mean he doesn't like you, or even LIKE like you. The relationship is still very new; if I remember correctly, you two are still in the hanging-out stage and haven't officially decided to be dating yet. He doesn't yet have a committment to you that he needs to be honoring. (One of the reasons I quit dating was that like you I get real invested real fast, and then I get hurt. I think you're brave to still be "out there" and trying. Me, I'm gonna die a bitter old spinster.)

Glad your dad is doing better, omnis!

My sister has been here all weekend - just left a little while ago - and we got my office and my kitchen totally organized like a BOSS. Bags of trash out, bags of stuff to Goodwill, little pile of stuff to sell, shelves put up, pictures hung, furniture moved, front porch cleaned, new umbrella installed on patio, AND finally finished painting the upstairs bathroom. Damn, that feels good. I wish I could have done it on my own, but I was so overwhelmed I didn't even know where to start.

Zen, glad you got all that done! Truly impressive. No shame in needing help, says the girl who still can't believe Beverly was kind enough to drive 1.5 hrs each way to do her dishes.

Also, yes, I was worrying for nothing. Z just texted me that he's home and do I want to hang out soon? Looks like dinner Tuesday, maybe a movie. Also, am aware of irony that if he looked at my profile as I do his, he'd see how often I'm on OKC. Duh.