The "complain about your life" thread

The BBQ Pit
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Yesterday my dog got attacked by another dog and was injured. My dog is a french bulldog and she weighs all of 17 lbs. She is little but she is full of energy and likes to play with other dogs so we occasionally take her to the dog park. Or should I say occasionally** took** her to the dog park since she won’t be going back ever again.

Some asswipe with an unfixed, overly aggressive dog about 6 times her size brought his dog into the dog park. When my husband saw this he put our puppy on her leash and asked the man to keep his dog’s leash taut until he had a chance to get our puppy out of the park. The man didn’t listen and his dog picked up our pup by her head and lifted her off the ground. My husband got our dog away from that asshole of an animal and called our vet who rushed over to give her an exam. The area around her left eye was swollen and torn, though there was no damage to the actual eye thank goodness, and she is obviously in pain. We have medication for her and a cleaning solution to keep it from getting infected and our vet trimmed both of our cat’s claws at no charge to make sure the damage wasn’t made worse at home. She looks better today now that the swelling has started to go down but her lower eyelid is ripped up pretty badly and she is going to end up having some pretty severe scarring. I hope that asshole who refused to fix or train his dog gets hit by a car and then spontaneously catches fire. If he dies maybe his dog will go to someone who will take proper care of it and teach it not to attempt to murder other people’s pets.

At this point we will simply be budgeting to bring her to the petsmart puppy day care a couple of times a month where the dogs are required to meet certain behavioral and medical standards before they can be brought in with the other dogs instead of bringing her to the dog park where any asshole with some spare cash can buy a dog and let it loose to harm other people or their pets.

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So he just called again and told me to look for a storage unit for him here. Not asked, told! And even when I told him I was busy he was still like “Do it anyway”. My dad is a huge jerk.

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No job so no money for anything frivilous, major joint damage for various reasons in every joint south of my waist except my ankles [yay?] and it is a cold, drizzly nasty day and it feels like someone shoved me into a barrel and tossed me over Niagara Falls. None of the lighter pain killers are working and I really don’t want to spend yet another day tranked to my eyeballs and able to do nothing more vigorous that flaking out watching TV.

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Okay.
Today was the day the father of my six year old daughter went to immigration court. He’s been detained since July 23. It was only last week an attorney came to him and said not to worry, his firm would cover him pro bono. Told him they’d be back Tuesday or Wednesday to take care of the paperwork.

They never showed.

So he’ll probably be deported today if they decided not to show for the court date either.
And my little girl, bless her heart, has been devastated by all this. She already deals with autism and emerging OCD behaviors. She clings to his shirts and cries for him most every day. And there’s not a goddamned thing I can do other than love her and feel like a total shitass because it’s all my fault she’s in this situation. Then again she wouldn’t exist if I hadn’t met him. But still, it’s all my fault I fell in love with someone who wasn’t in this country legally. I KNOW THIS, but now it’s too late, and I’m a shitass for causing my daughter pain.

Also, I need a fucking job. I’ve been trying for months. Desperately. I’m signed up with welfare and they send me to job training and community service every day, and honestly I think its wasting my time because I’m not able to get out and really look hard every day. you can’t use your cellphone during “activity” hours so I’ve missed two callbacks from potentials. the job training is nothing but basic math and reading so it’s not like I don’t know how to do it. I get a packet every week I whip through in about thirty minutes, but I HAVE to log in ten hours of online study so I just click through slowly for two hours when it would probably take me ten minutes if I wasn’t timed.

I’m going to lose my home if I don’t find something soon, because 140 dollars a month isn’t getting me anywhere. That’s all I qualify for. That and Tenncare and day care if I need it.

Also I finally broke down and went in for a mental health eval through Families First. I have pretty debilitating anxiety and phobias so as soon as I qualified for Tenncare I got my appointment for help. I guess I thought I’d get some sort of magical counseling to make me all better, but no. Apparently I said the wrong thing at my eval and they think I need anti-psychotic medicine. I was hoping for a little CBT and ya know I don’t know maybe something for depression because I feel so goddamned depressed and exhausted, but instead I have to A, go on a “diabetic diet” for a month before I go back for my scrip. B, stay on the diabetic diet for the time I’m on the scrip. C, go to the therapist, which is only ONE HOUR PER MONTH for 40 minutes. So you know what? I fucking give up. Nobody will ever help me. I’m just going to have to live like this for the rest of my life. I read about the med they want me on and the side effects can be just as debilitating as the anxiety. AND IT CAN INDUCE ANXIETY! AND DIABETES!

Also, my roommate moved out after a tiff with my daughter, took some of my stuff (including my engagement ring, the only thing of value I own) and left crap I don’t want around, like her sex toys and dirty underclothes. Didn’t pay her share of the rent so now it’s three days til rent due and I have less than 100 bucks in my account and only potentially getting 140 more in the next three weeks. that’s only oh, 350 short of what I need. Even if I find a job tomorrow I wouldn’t be able to pay, and my landlady is an ASS about being late. 100 dollar late fee if it’s after the 15th. I might as well be looking for someplace to park my van because we’ll be living in it soon. I have sold everything I can sell. I’ve turned off everything I can live without. Gave up my gym membership. I loved the gym too, but that was 15 bucks I could use for gas. Internet is my daughter’s. She paid for it by annual fee so that’s covered, but little good it will do without electricity. Had to send away our dog. Still have the two cats because I won’t let them be put down and nobody wants them. They don’t cost that much to feed anyway, but I hope they don’t get sick.

Also, there IS a program where I could get help with my rent/utilities. Unfortunately A. they require you to have a full-time job and B. it’s where I’m volunteering so they said I couldn’t qualify anyway!

Also, I’ll go ahead and say it. I miss my daughter’s father. We were together eight years, and seven of them were wonderful. He hurt his back roofing and started drinking and getting high and generally doing stupid things like driving without a license. That’s how he got caught. But there were seven years we were happy and I love him, but I know unless he’s changed things won’t be good for us, and I can’t trust him to change, but it doesn’t really matter anyway if he’s deported because there’s no way I’ll take my little girl to Mexico. She requires several hours of therapy a week, speech, OT, music therapy… I know she wouldn’t get the help she needs there. So I might as well just get the fuck over it and move on. And I’m trying to, but I do miss him so damned bad.

So there ya go.

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Meeks, what would happen if you told your Dad no and then just followed through? For instance, not looking for storage for him? Other than him bitching and moaning?

I’ve got lots of stuff going wrong, but I think, after reading some of these, I’ll just keep my woes to myself.

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He’ll just ask. And ask. And ask. Until he eventually wears me down. :slight_smile:

But I shook myself into realizing that stressing over him is only affecting me, not him, so I have consciously put it aside. I will just deal with each demand as it comes, on its own merits, and not stress about the future.

And of course you can tell us about your problems…just because they are not as big as others in this thread doesn’t mean they don’t hurt you.

Rushgeekgirl, your post should be held up to that guy in the the other thread who thought you could make oodles and oodles of money in welfare if just had a kid. Regardless, you’re doing the best you can. Humans beings can only stretch so far. Your daughter is crying, and I know it breaks your heart, but you at least have a safe place for her to cry. I am so sorry about your daughter’s father having to leave you both. It doesn’t seem right.

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Don’t mean to crap on anyones parade, but fuck, you will live untill you die. I’ve heard that you don’t really fear that moment untill you get there, but shit, the only thing you can really do between birth and death is make your journey about leaving a favorable impression upon those you come across. Because after you’re gone nobody will remember you except those you have touched in good way.

And even then, they will be gone soon enough.

Two cents from one who has walked many different roads.

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No matter how hard I work, I still don’t seem to be able to raise myself from dependence to independence.

I work and work and work and I don’t see any kudos from the end of it.

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You kidding? I only just realized how good I have it!

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I know, I was feeling pretty shitty! I think I’m getting a sinus infection! I will now send a thank-you note to my sinus infection - “Dear sinus infection: thank you for being a first world problem. I sincerely appreciate that you are not cancer, deportation, poverty, or unemployment! Please do not be offended when I kill you with antibiotic fire. Sincerely, Z.”

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I stubbed my toe on the corner of the bed today, and it fucking hurt! For like 30 whole seconds.

Then when I went to start my computer, it had to configure automatic updates, so it took longer than normal to boot up.

My life sucks!

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My tale is small potatoes compared to many of those here. But here goes … for the first time in a long time, I opened the door in the large fortress around my heart and let someone in. Fell in love for the first time in many years … and he fell in love with me. I am more compatible with him than any man I’ve ever been with, and he appreciated things about me no one ever has. It was good, it was very very good. And then … this very recently divorced man (yeah, I know, I saw it coming on the first day we met) suddenly decided he was too confused and his life was in too much transition to be involved in a serious relationship … which I didn’t even realize we were in …

sigh

And begged and begged me to stay friends, which I warily agreed to … and started to adjust to and still have fun with him … and after a couple of weeks, told me he needed “some time alone” and I haven’t heard from him since.

And my heart is broken into a million pieces, and while I’ll recover and will be fine in the long run, the sheer waste of what could have been a fabulous relationship breaks my heart all over again.

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I’m on the job hunt, but I am so worried that I won’t find a decent manager to work for. I work hard, I’m agreeable, I’m dependable and a little goofy. Why have the last three bosses been total dicks? Please no more unqualified managers, please. Is there a saint to pray to for the working slaves?
Best wishes to everyone else through their troubles.

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huh. I’ve always thought the opposite - that you fear death only until its actually upon you, at which point you realize that maybe its not so scary.

But its true that no matter how much good or evil you do in your time on this earth, it all passes into oblivion soon enough. You think you’re special if you have fame, fortune or success? A thousand years from now, no one will know or care about it. Assuming that there is still anyone around to know or care. And just a hundred years from now, everyone who knows you now will also be gone.

I’m not really sure if that’s depressing or encouraging. Since personally I have none of those achievements, I tend to feel encouraged. But, I vacillate…
:slight_smile:

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I dunno… Julius Caesar, Jesus, Aristotle, Plato, and Cleopatra all lived >1000 years ago and they’re still pretty hot commodities. Not that anyone here is on par with any of them of course, but just sayin’ it’s possible.

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Joe?..is that you?

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I just got over a cold, and was feeling pretty good about myself and my health. Then yesterday, out of the blue, a student sneezed in my face! He didn’t even try to cover it–just . . . ACHOO right into my open nostrils!

I wanted to pinch his sneezy head off his fucking neck, but remained calm and told him to get a tissue.

Now I have a sore throat and achy joints and that feeling like an elephant is standing on my chest. I know it’s too early to be feeling the effects, but I know my current ill health comes from that sneeze.

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Yeah…but how many of us think that we are going to qualify as as a lasting historical figure? And do you really believe that the understanding that we have about these historical figures have any real relationship to how they really were? Or has it degenerated to stories and legend? Everything we knew about historical figures has been handed down through many generations. It may have very little to do with who they really were as individuals.

Who knows who, in the present time, will get the ‘good press’ in generations to come?

I’m sorry - does this qualify as a thread hijack?

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I’ve thought about writing something like this, but I didn’t want to sound like a whiner. With a few tweaks here and there, I could have written this. I don’t have good savings. I’m 32, not 30. I spend most of my time surfing the Net, including a lot of the SDMB, not playing video games. Otherwise, yeah.

Just when I started feeling a little better, a family member died- his memorial service is tomorrow, and now I’m in a black mood again.

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Hear, hear!

In general terms, St Joseph. Being a slave is not a requirement, or being employed. You can also use St Rita or St Judas Thaddeus (patrons of lost causes), or St Anthony (you’re looking for something).
(What? I just find the whole patron saints thing funny, ok, specially the reasoning behind some of the assignments :D)