sj, I really just don't even know what to say, other than that you're one of the best people I know, and you and TCG are very good for each other. Those two facts should be obvious to anyone who knows you, and is except for this bizzarre exception.
'Safe'
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I suspect she's the Lord Mayor of Crazytown, actually.
Kate, to be fair to TCG, he had just gotten his degree when I met him, and he deserves most of the credit for the change in his work circumstance. I was just there to encourage him and edit his resume and cover letter.
Thanks, Sean. The general opinion among people that know us is that we're a very good match for each other.
Seriously, you guys, Crazytown sucks. It doesn't even have a Dunkin Donuts, and the only bar closes at 11 p.m.
and he deserves most of the credit for the change in his work circumstance. I was just there to encourage him and edit his resume and cover letter.
I'd bet anything that TCG values your support more than you indicate here. I've no doubt he considers you an equal partner in life.
To share the in-law crazy, my first MIL was a member of crazy town too. When she came to our wedding and met my mother for the first time she literally said to her, "we both know that your daughter is getting the better deal here." How my dear mother managed to not slug her is beyond me, but she was polite. She used to say such charming things as, a son is a son till he takes a wife. She never did warm up to me. I can't say it bothered me, but it confused me because he always put me on a pedestal. Then again, that was likely the problem.
My current in-laws all adore me, as I do them, so there is that.
I know you know this, sj, but really only TCG matters. I hope you can find a way to insulate yourself.
And always remember I am here if you need an alibi.
and he deserves most of the credit for the change in his work circumstance. I was just there to encourage him and edit his resume and cover letter.
I'd bet anything that TCG values your support more than you indicate here. I've no doubt he considers you an equal partner in life.
Yes, that's what I was trying to say. sj, of course he deserves credit for improving his job situation -- no doubt about it. But it sure helps that he had you by his side, for all kinds of reasons: emotional support, encouragement, someone to share hopes and dreams with (and editing his resume & cover letter, too!). Having you in his life is a GOOD thing for him. You are NOT the burden his mother is making you out to be.
Thanks, everyone. I don't know what people do who don't have buffistas in their life.
Seriously.
My compromise for today was to just disconnect from everything.
One of the walkers just picked Cagney up to go to the photo shoot without me. It was good of him to pick the little guy up so I don't have to deal with co-worker I really don't want to deal with.
The owner sent me a nice message about how indispensible I am to her and the company...so that was nice. And I could hear her voice in the apology from co-worker.
With everything else going on in my life, I feel as if there is no light on my path. No where to go.
Then, a 'helpful' neighbor came by, exclaimed "Oh my GOD, you look awful! Are you sick?" and then proceeded to ask me if she could have the flower pots in my yard...because her daughter is moving in with her boyfriend and 'they don't have anything.'
I can just imagine the daughter being psyched that her mother pilfered flowerpots from a neighbor's yard! I had to say no _three_ times.
I swear. Everyone has lost their damn minds.
I don't know what people do who don't have buffistas in their life.
They get end up seeking to fill the void in their lives by going to vampire bordellos to get suck jobs. Or they spend a lot more money than we do on therapists. Or they become bitter and angry and project their issues onto others.
This is me, rolling my eyes forever at your neighbor, bonny.