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Lel, working at the warehouse, the woman at the factory gate mistakely gave an envelope to a trucker to give me instead of the cargo manifest. Inside there was a 30 000 euro check that was supposed to be delivered to the accounting section. Man, that would surely help a lot.
Delivered it to the proper section. For a moment I felt like the Company was starting to pay me deserved money lel.
(March 19, 2017 at 11:33 am)Crossless1 Wrote: How many times in one's life is an enemy presented bound with neck exposed?
The short version:
My wife's sister -- who is easily the most toxic and evil bitch I've ever had the misfortune of knowing, and who has made my wife's life hell for years -- crossed the one person she never should have crossed: her personal assistant. I've mentioned here in the past that my wife and her sister were in a legal dispute over their mother's estate, and it looked like everything was about to be concluded. Well, my wife went to California this past week to deal with a few outstanding matters, only to be approached by the assistant with bombshell after bombshell. We've long suspected (but couldn't prove) that the sister had stolen a great deal from their mother while she was still alive and had continued squirreling away money and goods from the estate after her passing. Further, she is a raging alcoholic and addict and is routinely neglectful and abusive towards her son, who is the apple of his aunt's eye.
Now, thanks to the assistant (who knows where all of the proverbial bodies are buried), we have irrefutable proof of what was stolen and when and where the funds were stashed; who among her acquaintances are holding/hiding items that rightfully belong to my wife; the names of her dealers; what exactly is on hand in the house as of two days ago (80 hits of ecstasy; dozens of hits of Oxy; an ounce of meth; a kilo of weed; and some morphine); where the drugs are stashed; the name of the loan shark she is seriously into . . . the list goes on and on. The sister also intercepted a letter addressed to my wife detailing how she is the rightful heir to tens of thousands of dollars worth of stocks and bonds from her grandfather, kept this letter hidden from my wife, and attempted to forge my wife's signature in response in a failed effort to secure the inheritance for herself. We are now in possession of all of the relevant paperwork for that.
My wife (at least when she is sober) is kind-hearted to a fault, and we used to have bitter rows when I told her who her sister really is: she just didn't want to know or believe it. But this trip was transformative for her. It's like someone injected a little steel in her spine. Now the gloves are going to come off. Her sister is fucked in ways she doesn't even know yet.
How do I feel today? Vindicated, for starters.
The view from the catbird seat is fine, and I feel pretty fucking good today.
March 20, 2017 at 11:58 pm (This post was last modified: March 21, 2017 at 12:03 am by Edwardo Piet.)
I feel depressed, sleepless, anxious, pathetic and like every day is a struggle and a supreme effort even when I'm barely doing anything. And I feel like I'm just kidding myself by telling myself that I have a future. But I'm coping and pushing through each day anyways because I don't see any other option.
I definitely don't want to die as not only would it be painful but many people I care about would be very upset... because despite how unloved I sometimes feel I do know that there are some people who very much do love and care about me.
But do I wish I was never born so I was never even here to miss? Do I feel like it would be better if I had never existed? Most definitely.
Feeling a bit sad. My avatar on here went missing. I tried to replace it with one from my laptop and nothing will load. Yes, it's within the KB requirements. Yes, I fully expected it to be resized. None of the images I have tried to use are working.
I suspect this might be a server or site issue, but I am stupid on such things.
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(November 14, 2018 at 8:57 pm)The Valkyrie Wrote: Have a good day at work. If we ever meet in a professional setting, let me answer your question now. Yes, I DO want fries with that.
So my psychiatric appointment today was... enlightening. Hey Esqui, remember those literal decades you spent convinced that you were just a bad person and taking every harsh criticism from your family as truth because you were inherently flawed and deeply unable to handle simple tasks?
Nah, turns out you had a severe, untreated clinical mental problem that everyone was just kind of exacerbating by not recognizing the symptoms when they reacted to them, and all the shit you took growing up was actually the result of a chemical imbalance in your brain that you had no control over. You suffered all that time for nothing! And nobody wants to rethink how certain past events went except you!
Good thing you're finding out now, though. Sixteen years late isn't too much!
Anyway, new meds, and now I get to unpack how bad I don't have to feel about my past, alone.
"YOU take the hard look in the mirror. You are everything that is wrong with this world. The only thing important to you, is you." - ronedee
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March 21, 2017 at 12:25 pm (This post was last modified: March 21, 2017 at 12:32 pm by Edwardo Piet.)
Glad you finally got the diagnosis you need though, Esq.
At 19 I was told I likely have ASD but I was also told that the priority was to focus on my Bipolar Affective Disorder.... 6 years, several different meds and a suicide attempt later they tell me I don't have bipolar disorder and it was a misdiagnosis... despite 7 years of medication for it... and now I'm on waiting list for an ASD assessment that I'm told could take up to a year of waiting before I get assessed.
If I do have ASD it would explain my whole life from about age 5... so if I'm 29 by the time I get the assessment that's 24 years late.
If I don't have ASD it's back to square one and at least finally getting some CBT which I've been trying to get since June last year (I was told if I do have ASD then CBT won't work and I'd need specialized therapy).
Thank fuck for doctors but they certainly ain't perfect.
And when it comes to an inability to handle simple tasks I can totally relate to that. I still struggle with making a bed and folding clothes despite being shown about 5000 times. I struggle to focus on anything practical but I can waffle on about philosophy and logic to my heart's content.
Feeling real darn proud of one of my non-AF american friends
"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. For if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes unto you."
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