'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
Why do I feel so weird about the fact that a crip fetishist has never hit on me?
I think the closest I have ever had to that was one guy I dated who I think assumed I had a low enough self esteem (presumably because of my disability) that I would put up with him being a complete jerk to me. He was wrong.
Teppy - insent.
Back atcha.
Thanks for the good thoughts folks. I know that we will weather all of this but it's stressful right now. The family stuff is just more of my family. The other stuff is all business related, the company is doing well, it's just really tight this time of year and there's a lot of stuff going on that plays right into the sweet spot of my insecurities and things that make me feel like a total impostor as a business owner so that's hard.
I think there should be a law that there is only one giant stressor allowed at one point in time.
Part of my brain keeps going "Hey, cancer diagnosis, that means we can get away with all sorts of stuff now!" It works in the movies.
Well these two stressors are also intertwined. If my sister weren't in the middle of all the finances around my mom then there's a good chance I could borrow and make one of the other stressors much lower. Alas, she's my crazy sister and that's just not in the cards anymore. I've pretty much made peace with the fact that she's most likely made sure I'm written out of any inheritance at this point. There's all sorts of other issues with dementia with my Mom, and guilt about the fact that I didn't drop my career to be the one to take care of Mom as I am not the crazy one. So, yeah. Lots of good fodder there.
I sometimes despise myself for being grateful that there's only myself and one quite competent sister left of the blood family.
Ooof, ND. That's tough. Family + Money = Yuck.
These holidays are too often stressful; the enforced togetherness with the expectations that this year everything will be like a Hallmark card. And it just doesn't happen. Some people, the holidays bring out the worst, although some don't. The Buffistas always seem to bring an element of sanity ... or happy INsanity, as needed.
And, speaking of the less than sane, let me present this. (shudder)