So, the plumber came, and everything was fixed, but I still have not been able to to take a shower, go get food, or do much of anything but sit in the house because the tile cleaning and repair guys never showed up. They were supposed to be here at 1, then at 3, it's now 6... still nothing.
I am unthrilled.
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A friend of mine shot me a text after a month or more of silence. She'd been homeless back in Chicago after finally realizing that the guy she was living with was going to kill her, either by her own hand or by his, and she couldn't take it anymore. She bounced from place to place, in other circumnstances were I still living in the city she'd have wound up with me and been safe, but instead she got attacked in one place by a friend's junkie girlfriend, in another- sexually assaulted by her aunt's cokehead boyfriend. Leaving her aunt's house was the last I'd heard from her and she told me she was probably going somewhere bad.
She is back living with the abusive shit ex-bf, babysitting his kid while he goes out and gets drunk and fucks other women and comes back home only to berate her or worse. After she drops that bomb, she then stops answering her texts again. She's one of my oldest friends and it hurts me to see this happen, but I've even offered to help up to and including flying her out to Phoenix and helping her find a job out here and letting her stay in our guest room rent free til she can figure it all out.
There's nothing more I can do, and I realize that, and she's a grown up and will make her own decisions. But it still sucks.
It is my mom's birthday today. I called her during a break in the day's chaos. But in all honesty, I hate calling back home. I have issues with phonecalls with my hearing issues anyway, and since my parents retired there is absolutely nothing to talk to them about. They do nothing all day, and while I greatly enjoy my life, each week's events kinda repeat themselves over and over again, school schedule, karaoke nights, and then stuff I wouldn't tell my folks anyway. So we sit in silence and awkwardly dance around having nothing to say. But if I don't call, she loses her mind with anger at me (and my sister). Our lives are grown apart, and while I love my family, we don't really have enough to talk about to make a call worth it every week. I dunno... it is what it is.
I am unthrilled.
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A friend of mine shot me a text after a month or more of silence. She'd been homeless back in Chicago after finally realizing that the guy she was living with was going to kill her, either by her own hand or by his, and she couldn't take it anymore. She bounced from place to place, in other circumnstances were I still living in the city she'd have wound up with me and been safe, but instead she got attacked in one place by a friend's junkie girlfriend, in another- sexually assaulted by her aunt's cokehead boyfriend. Leaving her aunt's house was the last I'd heard from her and she told me she was probably going somewhere bad.
She is back living with the abusive shit ex-bf, babysitting his kid while he goes out and gets drunk and fucks other women and comes back home only to berate her or worse. After she drops that bomb, she then stops answering her texts again. She's one of my oldest friends and it hurts me to see this happen, but I've even offered to help up to and including flying her out to Phoenix and helping her find a job out here and letting her stay in our guest room rent free til she can figure it all out.
There's nothing more I can do, and I realize that, and she's a grown up and will make her own decisions. But it still sucks.
It is my mom's birthday today. I called her during a break in the day's chaos. But in all honesty, I hate calling back home. I have issues with phonecalls with my hearing issues anyway, and since my parents retired there is absolutely nothing to talk to them about. They do nothing all day, and while I greatly enjoy my life, each week's events kinda repeat themselves over and over again, school schedule, karaoke nights, and then stuff I wouldn't tell my folks anyway. So we sit in silence and awkwardly dance around having nothing to say. But if I don't call, she loses her mind with anger at me (and my sister). Our lives are grown apart, and while I love my family, we don't really have enough to talk about to make a call worth it every week. I dunno... it is what it is.
Thank you for the nice comment on my set, much appreciated Skitz.