God DAMN, Plei. That is way too fucking much.
I feel like I should ask Job for therapist recommendations, except it's been an expensive last year and a half.
Your first therapy session will just be the therapist punching you in the stomach repeatedly, with breaks to punch you in the face.
I feel like I should ask Job for therapist recommendations, except it's been an expensive last year and a half.
Holy fuck, Pleiades! That is so stressful and awful.
I'm angry at the Fates for mistreating you so.
I mean, had plenty of character before all this. Just saying.
Holy fuck, Pleiades! That is so stressful and awful.
If I listed everything that's happened since the day the Barbie movie came out (AKA, the day my sister blew up her life), no one would fucking believe it. I'm just very tired.
Your first therapy session will just be the therapist punching you in the stomach repeatedly, with breaks to punch you in the face.
HA!
Ack. I just caught up in here, and there is entirely too much badness in the lives of my beloved Buffistas at the moment. Love and ~ma all around.
In a bright spot, today is the anniversary of the founding of the first Buffista board in 1997. Before my time, but I am so very grateful that it happened.
Yikes Plei, that is WAY too much crap for you to have to be the responsible adult in charge of taking care of everything. On top of your own grief to boot, which is not the ideal time to be taking on extra burdens.
What Matt said
If I listed everything that's happened [. . .] no one would fucking believe it.
More and more I think the defining feature of our times is the sheer implausibility of everything. I’m so sorry that’s hitting you personally.
Good grief, Plei. That is so very way too fucking much. To say I'm so sorry you are dealing with it all is a mighty, mighty understatement. Sending you... everything.