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.
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.
Suzi, how do you plan to get Jason Momoa's arm? This is very exciting!
Maybe have a talk with Tim about keeping that kind of crazy out of your house.
I forgot to say last night, after she left, I asked him why he didn't at least text me to tell me she was coming over, and he said that she didn't ask him/tell him she was going to come over. And I was so caught off-guard by her just showing up, announcing she's suicidal, and coming on in that I didn't know how to respond.
So, yeah. We need to work out a better plan for the future.
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.
Not!son is almost 40 and is a vortex of chaos, poor decisions, and lies. And substance abuse. I made it crystal clear to Tim that I am absolutely NOT being a part of any more addicts' lives, and that includes not!son. I just didn't expect his hot mess of a GF to show up on our doorstep.
I don't know what to say, Steph. I believe your therapist will be able to help you know what resources there are to assist someone in that kind of crisis that will put the responsibility square on the shoulders of people who have the training and knowledge to help.
Quester, I'm sorry. How sad for their loved ones. Also contemplating our own fragility ain't no picnic.
I'm so sorry, Tep. What a terrible situation. Good job not actively raging.
Tep, I hope the burgers satisfied your hangry. What a stressful situation.
Suzi, how do you plan to get Jason Momoa's arm?
He was just announced, yesterday morning, as a guest at DCC this year. His photo ops sold out in less than 12 hours, but I snagged one. Now, if only we could get him shirtless!
Suzi, just ask - he might be willing - and I'm sure you'd have the gratitude of the fans ... at least some of them.
Toddson gives *excellent* advice.
Tep, I hope today's therapy does much to restore your equilibrium and perspective, from an interior point of view. From out here? I don't see how else you could have reacted.
This should not be a thing that happens in your house. It's a difficult thing for Tim to have to manage, but he's probably going to have to, because not!son and gf obviously are looking for any sort of flotation device and will willingly drown anyone or thing in their vicinity, whether that actually keeps them from drowning is probably irrelevant to them.
My metaphors are crap. I support you in email and however else might be helpful.