monster, I'm sorry. Your feelings are important to me. I'm sorry you feel helpless. I feel (a fraction of your) helplessness too. It all sucks.

I'm sorry, monster. :(

Not surprised you feel bad for her, you been there done that. But when her support has drifted off to something else, you'll still be able to connect with her.
She doesn't know it but you're her ace in the hole... and she may be yours.

This. And hugs to you, Monster x


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This is depressing. When one of if not leaders, at least someone who had the ear of the far right, when he cautions against mob mentality draws torches and pitchforks.:(

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Yesterday I got five phone calls from myself. Really, that's what the Caller ID said, my name and number. Now seeing that I know it's not me, duh, they have to know that. Maybe they thought I'd be curious enough to pick up to find out who was using my name. They were wrong.

Maybe future you found a way to break the time barrier in a call to present you with information on what stocks to buy and what lottery numbers to play to make future you better off.

Not a chance, I wouldn't tell that asshole anything. Besides the future is only a couple years away so any killings I make will likely have 8 legs.

:lol2:

Thought you were talking about me for minute.

dumbfucks
 

:finger:

I am *tired* of moving backwards in my projects.

Several steps in a row now as I've fixed the thing directly between me and completing a given task, I've found a bigger problem further underneath.

For the record, the deck has been electrified and the hot tub is hot and wet.

On my way there though, jfc. My life is plumbing now. Well, was plumbing for a long time, now demolition and hopefully some day, construction worker. Framer, carpenter, then plumber again. Then construction worker, tile setter and plumber again. Painter. Side gigs as general labor moving waste to the can, the can to the curb or the truck, the truck to the dump, rinse, repeat.

I would love to have a day off to just be a landscaper and gardener.

Fortunately, this is not my day job, only during the waking hours that I'm not at my day job.

V, you're working around your day job which is fixed time/days. Looking ahead to spending all the available hours doing the things that must be done. After that all the things you have to do in order to get the result you envisioned.
That's a drag.

I'd suggest for sanity and spirits, that you add to the inviolate schedule of employment a movie, a dinner out, something for your head and hers. Maybe every week or every other week, something scheduled in advance, something you both can plan on and look forward to.

One other thing... you're the man, it's your job to fix everything, yes sir it's your manly duty, right?
Wrong, tits are not a disqualifier for fixing shit or solving problems. Working together she might surprise you what she can do, and when you stop to catch your breath, copping a feel or a little smoochy is better than a cigarette.
Nothing like teamwork/accomplishment to bond people together.
A band of lovers.

So desperate for it to get better I'm resorting to wishing for that when it's 11:11. I'm not superstitious or religious

I know what you mean, if it gets better or worse you deal with it, but becalmed, not moving and can't do anything about it it maddening.

Joe Buck