Yikes, dude. Best of luck to you and your family.
Finally remembered to ask hubby about it and he says that Flex Spending doesn’t even care if I pay the bill or not - I thought I had to prove I’d paid it! So, printing out the EOB tonite - thanks much!
My husband treats OCD as a clinical psychologist, the good news is that it is very treatable with graduated exposure therapy. That said, from everything I’ve read/seen, OCD sounds like absolute hell to go through. I have Anxiety Disorder NOS (Not Otherwise Specified) because my anxiety manifests itself in different ways at different times, but I feel like I dodged an anxiety bullet having never dealt with full-fledged OCD symptoms. Not that lying awake at night wondering what it would like to be burned alive is fun, or anything.
Jesus. From one person with a crazy family to another, you have my sympathies. Good luck getting this fucker out of your life ASAP.
Thanks. The chances that he’ll actually do anything are probably pretty low but we have to be prepared for that small chance.
The interim order states no contact and he can’t be within 100m (about 110 yards) of us, our house or the school. I have the tools to make accurate air-photo maps with that buffer zone marked out so we have copies on us just in case he does show up and the police arrive.
Really? I would have thought that making terroristic threats would be against the law even for people who DON’T have a restraining order against them.
I honestly thought we might be related when you described a biker with a coke habit. But the one in our family lives with his parents.
I don’t understand what it is about some people that they just need to generate constant drama. After living with these kind of people so long in my life, I’m over it. I won’t play the game. Disengage, focus on what gives me joy, move along. I ended my relationship with my Mom this year and I’m still pretty upset about it just from a normal grieving standpoint, but Jesus, the difference between her and I (and my Aunt, for example) is night and day.
Shortly after things imploded with my Mom I went to visit my Aunt and it was like, ''Oh, we’re not going to get upset for no fucking reason over a bunch of stupid shit? You’re not going to sulk and be passive aggressive? What a fucking concept." My existence with my Aunt is utterly drama free. The greatest drama while I was with her is she fed horrible Harry Potter jelly beans to my grandmother, on an open plate with normal jelly beans, and informed her that some of them were horrible and then watched her torment herself for several hours because my Grandma is too curious and adventurous not to risk horrible jelly beans for delicious ones. When Grandma ate the skunk jelly bean, my highly empathetic self declared, ‘‘This has gone too far! Stop doing this to her!’’ and my Aunt cackled and said, ‘‘She’s doing it to herself!’’ and we all laughed hysterically because the dynamic was a pretty perfect demonstration of all of our personalities. If my Mom were present, she would have found some bullshit reason to be offended and pissed off. It’s like her full-time job to get mad at people for stupid shit. It must be exhausting for her. I can attest it was fucking exhausting for me.
On the day of the apartment ‘incident’ the police attending who heard him yelling over the phone apparently had a “to the point” (to quote the officer) discussion with him to let him know where he stood so he knows he’s already on their radar.
I suppose we are at a ‘hope for the best, prepare for the worst’ stage. The fact is that after years of abuse my MIL is completely terrified of him but because he will only intimidate her when they are alone there isn’t much we could do.
This is the first time he has directly threatened us which has allowed us to start using the legal system. He has been in jail before for stints of weekend detention and he knows we won’t take any of his bullshit and will call the cops on him as soon as we get any kind of reason. Add that to the fact that he’s well known to the police who are looking for any excuse to haul him in and we think (hope) he’ll cool things down.
Now back to our scheduled mini rants, a micro one to compensate the last few ones…
Dear plants which are right now taking advantage of the nice weather to do your thing: could you kindly fuck yourselves up your nonexistent behinds, somewhere it doesn’t screw up my breathing?
Thank you in advance,
my sinuses.
One of my axolotls has bitten a chunk out of the other one’s tail. They’ve been I’m together for over three years, with just one previous biting incident, but that was just a few weeks back, and it had barely healed. Once could be an accident, but twice?
I don’t have room for another tank, and putting a divider in or any length of time would leave them both very cramped,. Not sure what I can do, aside from stepping their food a bit to make sure it’s not hunger.
At least they grow bits back… Poor thing looks so miserable though now.
Cool! You’re welcome.
Fuck anemia and fuck anemia caused by being a female. As if my week didn’t suck enough already.
I had to Google. What cool little critters that I’ve never even heard of! I hope your guy feels better soon.
Wow! Those guys belong in the “things the world is pulling my leg about” thread. How cool. I hope they learn to live together again soon!
A storm passed through here Tuesday night, and our power went out at 10. It was then that we discovered that none of our flashlights and batteries worked, although the batteries were only a few years old, with a “10-year guarantee.” Fuck. No light, no computer, no TV, no A/C, no refrigeration. In addition to our refrigerator we have a full-size freezer in the basement. We kept both closed as much as possible. And the lack of A/C made the house hot and sticky.
Tuesday night became Wednesday morning, and still no power. A peek down the street showed lots of branches down. A short drive revealed several downed trees, one demolishing a front porch.
My concern grew for the 3-month supply of insulin which I had just bought on Monday. It must be refrigerated, so I moved it into the freezer, which was still cold. I had shelled out a $1200 copay for it.
The power finally returned at 4:30 Wednesday afternoon, 18.5 hours after it went out. Electricity is such a blessing which we take for granted until we don’t have it. I’m so grateful we’re not Amish.
I’m sorry, but I start laughing every time I try to picture a miserable axolotl. They always seem to look like this 
If they’re miserable, do they look like this? :o
WHY WHY WHY do people continue to insist on snapping photos in their bathroom mirrors?? Yeah, I know, those are usually the biggest mirrors in the house, but seriously, do you want to show off your smokin’ hot bikini bod with your shower or toilet in the background?? In fact, any pic taken in a mirror is pretty pathetic.
Have you no friends who can take your picture? Can’t you afford a selfie-stick? Do you really think a picture of you showing you holding your camera is the best way to present yourself?
Yeah, I know. Weak-ass rant. But if I can’t bitch about something like that here, what’s the pit for??
I am mildly anemic and sometimes when I’m feeling shitty I just go eat a great big burger and I feel instantly better. I don’t eat red meat in the house usually (because my husband’s allergic so there’s no point in cooking it) but I do have an emergency stash of hamburger patties in my freezer just in case.
This is where my stupid addiction to LED flashlights really pays off. The first two or three I try might have dead batteries, but I’ll eventually find one that works. Of course, I keep most of them in the kitchen oddments drawer, which means that I’ll probably be bleeding fairly badly from encountering various graters, shish kabob sticks, and can openers while groping in the dark, but at least I’ll have light.
C’mon, this is what’s going to make the '20s so much fun… looking back and laughing at duckfaces, goth kids, stupid piercings, profile pics, and “urban thug wannabe” kids holding their baggy pants up by the crotch so they can waddle across the street.
And selfies. I can’t wait to hear the kids in the year 2025 saying “Why would I want a picture of myself? I already have two from last year!”
Honey, I found a picture of your grandmother.
I’m glad I grew up in the 80’s with no smartphones and social media to immortalize my shenanigans.