That's a gut punch, Quester. So sorry.
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Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
O!!! M!!! G!!! 17 DAYS FROM NOW I WILL HAVE JASON MOMOA'S ARM AROUND ME!!!!!!!!!
I should get dressed and go to CVS and pick up some prescriptions. But I feel all tired and blah. But the prescriptions will (hopefully) make me feel less tired and blah. But I still need to get dressed and drive over there and talk to the pharmacist and probably wait for them to be filled, since there are insurance issues.
I brushed my teeth, then felt dizzy and had to sit down again. I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow.
[CW: suicidal ideation] [NOT mine]
ISTG, Tim's not!son is a swirling vortex of chaos. The dude is still in jail (though I think in the next week or 2 he "graduates" to a halfway house), so you'd think we wouldn't have to deal with his bullshit. But no. Everything in his life is just imbued with the same chaos-generating force.
His girlfriend showed up on our doorstep 2 hours ago and announced that she's suicidal and actively planning it and just needs somewhere to get away from her mom for a few hours, so she's here to play with Murderbiscuit, and marched on into our house.
Prior to that she had apparently talked on the phone with Tim for quite a while, and I am super annoyed that he didn't bother to even text me with a heads-up that she was suicidal and going to park herself in our living room while I was trying to work.
And I am 100%, 1000%, vastly unqualified to even deal with someone who's actively making plans to kill themself. I don't know how to deal with it. Other than try to dial down the extreme panic response it sparks in me. And furthermore, I shouldn't fucking have to deal with this. Tim finally got home from work, and I retreated into the bedroom with the excuse of finishing my editing (which I am obviously not doing), and he can fucking deal with her.
I am super full of rage right now, which is not the most compassionate response to someone who's in so much pain they're contemplating suicide, but hey. I didn't act on my rage. And I am REALLY glad I have therapy tomorrow.
And I have no idea what happens next. I can't force her to go to the psych ER, but that's where she belongs.
Jesus Christ, Steph. I'm sorry.
I'm not just full of Hulk rage, I'm hangry. I didn't get dinner because not!son's GF showed up at 6:00 when I was thinking about what to make, and she's still fucking here. And I don't want to feed her dinner. So I'm still in the bedroom, hangry as hell and full of rage.
Can Tim bring you something you can snack on? You've got every reason to be angry. You shouldn't have to also be hungry.
Can you make up an excuse to leave and take yourself out to dinner?
If I go out there and ask him to bring me something, he'll just ask what I want to do for dinner, and I won't be able to answer "Eat it BY OURSELVES."
Though I might stomp through and get a box of crackers.