I'm so sorry to hear that, it so sucks when you almost had something happen and then it falls apart. 

I hope for you that you can figure out, but I'm sure it will be shown again sometime... not long ago Frankenstein was showed (though I didn't have the money to go)


I 'got rid of' the bag... my aunt fell in love with it and we came to a very great agreement after we researched what the bag is actually worth; I owe my aunt money since she borrowed me money to get a TV when mine broke... she's cut my debt in half. 


I also have a bit of a rant...I haven't had the best of weekends... (long story... mother messed with my head starting a conversation about some documentaries on TV about abused children; talking about poor children and awful parents... most. awkward. coversation. ever! She abused me, allowed others to abuse me and she simply refers to that as a 'diciplining upbringing' and believes that it made me stronger, helpful and respectful *rolls eyes*... and on the train I thought I saw one of the men who has hurt me...).
But I got over it, by Sunday night I actually thought I was well through it. 

My boyfriend is going through a lot, he has PTSD and I sent him to therapy a year ago, he hasn't slept properly for years now, and his work has lately gotten a lot more stressful, he moved department within the company, his awful ex contacted him a month ago and stirred a lot up for him about what happened between them, he's worried about her children (that he was ready to adopt as his own just before she suddenly kicked him out of their life without proper explanation), I try to protect him from all my cr*p... 2 weeks ago he had a minor accident where he fell off his bike (he has PTSD after a traumatic and near fatal biking accident when he was a big kid)
And it's 'finally' gotten too much for him... we weren't in touch this weekend and he cracked. 

I have for a long while talked to him about seeing a doctor about not sleeping, but while he usually listens I couldn't get through to him about this. When he cracked this weekend he called his brother who took care of him, his brother has forced him to see the doctor today; thank goodness. 

I stayed strong for him, until he left for the doctors appointment I tried to cheer him up and disprove all his silly thoughts about not being a good or strong enough boyfriend for me. 

But as soon he left I just got overwhelmed... I fell asleep and I woke up so worried about him and was shaking. 
I forced myself to take out the trash to try to 'snap out of it' and distract myself... this never happens, but of course this time a guy who lives down the hall had to make the same 'journey' to the bins... and when I took the elevator back up he took the stairs instead and as soon as the doors closed I got a panic attack. 

I'm scared of going outside again now in case the same thing happens and someone sees me. 

And I'm scared of tomorrow morning... of hearing what the doctor told my boyfriend... or if he's even coming online; he writes to me from work as he hasn't been able to afford a new laptop since his old one crashed. (or when his brother can let him borrow his). 
I can't even handle the prospect of not knowing what happened... Blegh. 

I'm inclined to agree with Mr Holmes "Caring is not an advantage".   

My mum came up with a solution (bless her and her ability to solve problems)! So it looks like I will be able to make the trip, and I'm going to double it with seeing my friends for dinner the night before.  If they want to see the show as well, they can, but if they're not interested at least we can hang out.  And my mum will be driving up from home and we'll see Hamlet together!.

My dog bit me in the cheek.

It's not his fault, I didn't know he was sleeping when I sort of tried to "tackle pet" him... its a game we often play... but he must have been dreaming.

He managed to split my lip a bit and left a big cut on my cheek... it hurts a lot and I worry how it will heal up.

The poor thing has been so ashamed despite that I didn't tell him off for it. He knows it was wrong  (as a pup he learned that lesson).

I can't fall asleep right now... it stings. Ugh.

Last edited by This Is The Phantom Lady (September 12, 2015 3:31 am)

*runs through thread in her knickers screaming*
MY JOB IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*slams into wall*
*thud*

Need a cold compress? Smelling salts? Or just have a look at a Benedict pic. 

But not necessarily in that order!  . Do you want me to send the lads round to sort your job out for you? Just say the word! 

Last edited by Davina (September 18, 2015 11:07 pm)

Hope you are enjoying your weekend now tonnaree! It sounds like it's well deserved! 

GRR!

My neighbour is playing really loud music with a lot of bass... I am watching Hells Kitchen and I can bearly hear Gordon Ramsey yell at the chefs. 

The worst thing is because of my hearing I completely lose all ability to focus when there's noise like that. 

I normally don't turn up my TV too loud to respect other people in the building but right now I don't care. 

I'm sorry about this fallout that you are having.  That's sad that it was over something as simple as that, that she doesn't believe you that you didn't report the photo and then that some other people unfriended you because of it.  I would agree that's childish behaviour.
I can understand why you wouldn't want to be tagged in that kind of photo, and I think that even if she didn't agree that she should have respected that.

I hope you don't continue being made to feel bad by these people.  I don't think you were in the wrong, I tihnk you were right to stop before things got worse, but I guess they didn't need you for that...
Again, I'm sorry that people you considered your friends have treated you in such a way.

Yeah, I would agree that you don't need someone like that if that's how they're going to treat you.  I know what you mean about being curious, though.  There are people I've not gotten along well with and didn't like but still wondered what they said about things to other people.  I'm glad you're not too upset.  Still too bad that this happened, though, and that she's like that.

I would agree, the gendering of toys and stuff is not very nice.  I would often get the "boys" toy at McDonald's if it was one of those times where they had toys for "girls" and "boys" instead of just one set for everyone.  I remember getting a few Hotwheels toy cars that way (I loved toy cars).  They were cool, because they had lights that you could turn on.  I made a ramp for them and at night in my family room I'd turn out the lights and send the cars rolling down the ramp.  Who says only a boy can enjoy that? Luckily my parents were not the kind of parents to force gender roles or stereotypes on me, forcing me to only play with certain toys.  Although I think a lot of the toys I played with were gender-neutral, like the Etch-a-sketch.  And I didn't like dolls, really.