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.
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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.
Can you make up an excuse to leave and take yourself out to dinner?
GF's van is blocking our driveway, because of course it is.
I'm also too gross and filthy to go out to eat, because I worked out this afternoon (ALSO why I'm fucking starving right now) and planned to shower before dinner.
I'm like, fire-hands angry. Like the kid in Deadpool 2.
(My poor therapist. I compare all my issues to comic-book movie characters and then she has no idea what I mean.)
Can you text him to bring you something specific? Sorry if this isn't helpful. When I get hangry, everything seems very complicated and not worth the effort.
While Murderbiscuit is an awesome cat, I'm pretty sure that no one visits someone else just to pet their cat. She's visiting to cry for help, and/or to passive aggressively lash out at her boyfriend via Tim and you. Not that you have any responsibility to give her help. Again, I'm sorry you're in the middle of this.
Or maybe she is legit having a bad moment and is trying to be around people and/or animals so she doesn't do anything stupid? There are definitely times where I would like nothing more than to just roll up to someone's house and say "I am here to pet your cat and be around a person so I don't do stupid things, you do not need to feed or entertain me". But I say that as someone who's having kind of a bad night right now and not as someone who feels trapped and hangry.
While Murderbiscuit is an awesome cat, I'm pretty sure that no one visits someone else just to pet their cat.
You haven't met him, though. (Nah, it's true. And he attacks human hands like he's out for vengeance upon all cats throughout history. So, not that fun to play with.)
She's visiting to cry for help, and/or to passive aggressively lash out at her boyfriend via Tim and you. Not that you have any responsibility to give her help.
I mean, I think she's legitimately in a painful situation. But we are not her support system. I can't be.
So I stomped through the dining room, got a box of crackers, and I'm angrily eating them and watching Leverage. Still starving. I need a goddamn burger or something.
Okay, she's gone and Tim is going out to get us burgers. The crackers were insufficient.
And I am so goddamn glad I have therapy tomorrow.
Maybe have a talk with Tim about keeping that kind of crazy out of your house.
Those people are seem plain fucked up with very little chance of sorting out their shit.
The odds are likelier that they will drag you down more than you can buoy them up.