Even if you had a little crush, how would that mean "Let's have an affair, right now!"
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
Eww Vortex, he created a weirdness! I hate it when that happens
Ugh, Vortex. Hope he doesn't show up at the new pub! Well, this is Awwwkward.
Today will be spent stress eating and packing. Someone remind me there are stores where we're going.
There are stores where you're going. Everything will be fine.
DH is the exact opposite of me when packing. I have my detailed lists I follow. He just buys stuff after we arrive. He may have a shopping issue.
Vortex, ugh. Can you ignore him and pretend it never happened?
Okay, I emailed a potential therapist, because my coping skills are gone. They are outsourced entirely to Ativan and denial, when I'm not just completely freaking out.
I looked on Psychology Today's website, and checked to see who is near me and on our insurance plan and seems nice (man, is THAT a shot in the dark!). Fingers crossed.
Sounds like a good idea, Steph. It's been a stressful time for you.
I hope the therapist has some helpful suggestions for you, Steph.
When I was taking care of Dad as he was dying, when I broke down in the doctor's office telling her about it all, having her say, "Of course you're stressed--your past year has sucked and it's gonna keep sucking for a while. But there's stuff we can do to help," was a tremendous relief. As was the Xanax. But, honestly, having someone authoritative tell me I had good reason for falling apart meant a lot. More than I thought it would. I mean, I knew things were awful. But there was something about having that acknowledged externally that I found emotionally steadying.
I may not be expressing this well. Sorry.