Get new glasses. I can’t fix any of your other frustrations. But for gosh sake, if you can’t see, fix that at least!! Pronto.
That’s a lot of fucks!
Let me add a few:
Fuck Medicare Part D and their excruciatingly bewildering customer service
Fuck the relentless spinal nerve compression
Fuck the endless demands at work and the drama that ensues
Fuck the never ending irrational political drama and harrowing destruction
and, yes, the Fuck the endless fatigue
But yes - get some new glasses! It will help.
So this is how my week started:
Fortunately the appliance parts place ships fast. Unfortunately, what should have been a 15 minute job turned into nearly an hour after the yellow wire slipped back behind the stove, forcing me to pull the thing out to get to the access panel on the back. Then I had to deal with nineteen years of food debris and other stuff that had fallen between the stove and the cabinet. 
But everything is working now.
Here’s the actual photo so folks don’t have to click through to the site:
Looks melted, like it might have caught on fire.
Today on the way to school my son started saying, “Donald Trump. Donald Trump” over and over. I asked him to please not, which led to more questions. Thus in the course of a twenty minute car ride I attempted to age-appropriately explain the US system of government, immigration, racism, executive overreach, and the defunding of non-profits. He kept asking, “And what’s another bad thing he did?” Over and over.
At some point we ended up talking about Nixon and Woodrow Wilson.
I told him most people are mostly good. He doesn’t understand why people do bad things and neither do I. But I told him he was a good kid and would help people. He says he wants to become President and give everyone Beeps. But he would only give them to the kids who want them.
He has such a good heart. It’s hard to teach kids about evil.
I imagine your auto-incorrect changed Peeps (the bird shaped Marshmallows) to Beeps, but thinking about how you would give people Beeps (Everybody gets a buzzer? You eat too many beans?) made me giggle.
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His Beeps are lightning McQueen plushes he calls Beep Beeps. He’s sort of obsessed.
Nice! I thought of Peeps given that easter/spring is coming and have been the victim of auto-incorrect before. Sorry for the error.
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Can I get Sally Carrera? Va-va-voom!
It pretty much did, but it extinguished itself quickly.
Pressing the button on my Toyota key fob to make the car beep so I can find it in a parking lot makes the car give out such a puny little toot that it can’t be heard unless you’re close enough to already see it in right in front of you. My previous Subaru honked.
Not to get too deep – I just want to put this into words.
I’m in Florida right now after bombing out in Oregon. Mutual parent/me arrangement for them to help me and for me to help them. That’s my problem. My dad is dependent on supplemental oxygen now as he gets out of breath really quickly due to interstitial lung disease, and I’m not dealing with it well. I can’t stand to see him like this and just the sound of that fucking machine going off makes me want to cry.
I’m not used to my dad not being the strongest person on the planet.
I hear you. Watching the people who raised you grow weak is hard.
I thought it was an autocorrect of “boops” like what you do with a cute animal’s nose.
Job frustrations are eating away at me. There probably isn’t a good solution to most of it.
I’m also struggling with some family things. A sibling is having a rough time, for a lot of valid reasons, but they seem to have decided that I’m either responsible for everything or can somehow fix it, if only we’d gotten along better as kids or if I did something different that one time three years ago or…I don’t know, they’re kind of narcissistic. I’ve never been the Perfect Hollywood Best Friend sister they wanted me to be (one recent rant was about how I refuse to like the same music, and didn’t go clothes shopping with them in high school….?!?), so every time I disagree with them or just generally not share an interest, I get hit with insults about how I’ve always hated them. Only also I’m supposed to spend time with them to fix our relationship, but only on their terms. It’s exhausting and it’s gotten so much worse and more frequent and more unhinged as their very legitimate struggles continue. I can’t fix those things, I try to be supportive, but holy fuck no, I can’t be this imaginary Lifetime Movie perfect person.
So I’ve kind f distanced myself from most of my family because even my parents keep telling me to just ignore their rants and insults and just get along because they are struggling and I’m like….done. 4 decades of being the one to just shut up and let them “win” to keep the peace and I’m done. But also hurting.
Block them from your life in every way. Without anger, but also without regret.
Their mental problems caused their life logistical problems. No force on earth can correct what’s wrong with their mind. Maybe in a few centuries we’ll have the tech to fix broken minds. But not now, at least not for those kinds of problems.
Throwing your life and sanity into the bonfire of her vanities is nothing but stupid and ineffectual. You deserve better, and only you can deliver that better to yourself.
I agree with you in theory but it’s very hard to do. My parents live with them and they have their own health issues. I don’t really have any issues with my parents to the point of wanting to cut off contact with them. But I’m mostly not talking to my parents either lately, because I don’t know what to say about anything. That’s bothering me.
It’s all very fucked up. My husband tried to calm them after their latest random middle of the night insulting email rant, but let’s just say that wasn’t well received either.
We might disagree, after reading the rest of your post.
(Now that I would agree with…)
WHAT?!?
You should NOT have to put up with that.
And your poor husband shouldn’t either. If it’s affecting him, especially to the point where he has to defend you, you need to do SOMEthing.
There’s a lot of “limited contact” between listening to their emotional abuse, and cutting off all contact .
(There are intermediate settings known as “ignoring their messages” and “blocking their email” and, hopefully, “not giving a flying fuçk.”)
It’s unclear to me whether @mnemosyne’s “them” was referring to the parents, the sib, or all three collectively.
It’s also unclear how wacky the parents would or would not be if they didn’t have the sib in their household. Nor whether there’s any alternative to that dangerous and destructive situation.
But if the parents are becoming equally toxic due to the influence of the sib, well, now there’s an even larger decision to make.
Here is a recent thread about a very different but equally difficult family dynamic.Where people of good heart are dealing with a bad situation with difficult relatives and are now struggling to find a way forward.
The details are utterly different than @mnemosyne’s situation, but at a high enough level the problems of family are eternal and universal. This thread might say something that resonates with them.
I’ve been if Florida for two days. I don’t think I can do this. Living with my parents is going to be impossible. They’ve given me my own room with my own bathroom and all that, but so far … I just don’t see me lasting here for much more than a month.
Here’s the thing … my parents are still my parents and they tend to treat me like I’m still twelve years old. I can’t do or say anything without a lecture or a reason why what I want to do doesn’t make sense in their view or just a flat out No, you can’t do that.
In two days, I’ve been yelled at for leaving a light on, leaving a toilet seat up, not putting my suitcase where it was supposed to go, not wanting to eat cabbage rolls for dinner, and five minutes ago I got yelled at for walking into the kitchen (dad just mopped). This is impossible. Everything has to be scheduled, and done right, and I’m afraid to open my mouth to say good morning, without getting a, “what do you mean be that?”
I’m not cut out for this Villages regimented shit. I mean besides the personal issues, this place is a nightmare. It’s thousands of fat, white, entitled people. The only people of color I’ve seen was at the supermarket. I’m fairly certain I’m not going to run into many gay, transgendered, non-binary people around here … which made up about 50% of the people I knew in Oregon.
Maybe I’ll head back up to Maine.