BuyerBeware wrote:
+100,000.
My in-laws' paraplegic dachshund that I'm messing with is starting to flex his hind feet.
I went to the OB today. The baby's doing fine and I don't have to go back and see the diagnostic f**** ever ever again.
And while I was eating dinner, my husband walked through the door. He drove 1,000 miles to bring his parents their new car.
Actually, he drove a thousand miles because our anniversary is Saturday and when he asked me what I wanted, I not to worry about it because the only thing I really wanted was to lay my head on his shoulder and I'd have that soon enough.
He is SO sweet!
Make that -10. I was delusional.
My in-laws want the dog to run again today, not make slow progress and be himself again in six months. Should have said, "Nope, too bad, wish I had the money" and let him be put down instead of saying, "If you really think he has that good of a chance of making a full recovery, I can come up with the cash and put in the time."
So I tried to do a good thing and ended up doing a bad thing instead. Hurting everyone more. That's what happens when a broken f*****g autistic tries to be a human being. Shouldn't try.
My husband actually came down here to get fussed over and worshipped and told what a wonderful human being he is and get his dick worshipped five times a day like f*****g Mecca, not to SEE US. He spent all day screaming at me because between his kids, his parents, his parents' house, and his parents' dog, HE ISN'T GETTING ENOUGH ATTENTION. And it would have helped if I'd put on something cute and shaved my f*****g twat just in case he showed up completely by surprise.
And the baby?? Who cares?? He'll just get tired of putting up with me, throw me out, and take her and all the other ones away from me. Does't matter that I've taken care of them for all but a few months of the last 10 years. I have a f*****g SYNDROME. I CAN'T be a good parent.
f**k it. I'm not getting up any more. It's just stupid to try.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"
Last edited by BuyerBeware on 17 Mar 2012, 2:10 pm, edited 1 time in total.