He really shouldn't be fat shaming you. Especially since you're not even that heavy.
People need to SUPPORT their children emotionally. Like, please.
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He really shouldn't be fat shaming you. Especially since you're not even that heavy.
People need to SUPPORT their children emotionally. Like, please.
I want to fight your dad. I'll be in Sacramento tomorrow so I can fight your dad.
I keep relapsing and I hate it! I can't make it through each day without worrying if I'm going to break later. Also I can't get help because what it is will just get me ridiculed by the family, as if I don't already get it enough (for those wondering, think how a single person reduces libido) It honestly hurts me physically and mentally but it the only way to get any release at times. I feel like i can't get by without it somestimes
Hehehe, I wish you could! I wish I would have known you'd be in Sac so we could meet up or something. I'm mostly in Rancho Cordova/Folsom areas but I have to work until 3:30 tomorrow[emoji22]Quote:
Originally Posted by Mermaid Mystery
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I'm doing hockey stuff all day tomorrow anyway, but it would've been nice to meet up!
we'll do a meetup in Sac so we can swim, eat yummy food and fight Kelly's dad and whomever is on your page telling you that he says it because he loves you
Yep! Totally down for that, except fighting... I don't do fights.Quote:
Originally Posted by PhaylennMurúch
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I mean, we can fight for you.
Only reason I'm not a black belt in karate is because I got terrified of the responsibility and quit at red. I was ten, at the time, but I've kept myself in fighting trim.
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mkay! just don't fight my Auntie, I actually like her, y'all can go beat up my dad though, he's full of shit.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sabrina the Selkie
Lololol
Ok so I'm starving I barely ate this morning. I went to Joanns fabric to get some fabric and was stuck in there for 45 minuets waiting to get my fabric cut then spent another 45 minuets in line to pay. So mom and I went to that hotdog place and got hotdogs for myself, her, and dad. I got two chill bacon dogs. I got home and they forgot to put ranch on them so I put ranch on one but it came out of the bottle too fast and so I just took a knife and spread it onto the other hotdog. My dad is freaking out on me for eating two chill bacon ranch dogs when he wolfs down two hotdogs with everything on them. WTF! When was the last time I let myself eat a yummy hotdog? Like almost a year ago! Here he is calling me 50+ pounds over weight and telling me that I'm unhealthy and fat.
So who wants to beat him up? I'll happily give you my address[emoji35]
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on my way to fight ur dad
Come to NH, went to Joanne today, 5 min to get trim, 2 min to get cut, one minute to buy. No hot dog vendors though.Quote:
Originally Posted by KellyMermaid
*hug*
Also. I think I'm developing a dust allergy. I shelve books at a library, and lately I've been getting headachy about two hours into my shift.
I mean part of that is dealing with Dewey. But the headache seems to originate in my sinuses.
Go easy on your Dad. He loves you, and is just pulling your chain.
it's past that point. from past stories some of the shit he says is borderline abusiveQuote:
Originally Posted by suzanne86
Sabrina — I did that library gig before, too. When I blew my nose, all the dust was mixed in with my snot — gross. But I never had headaches, though. Those came from my boss, who was always on my case. Hang in there.
Kelly, your dad sounds like an ass.
nothing about fat shaming is funny, nothing about food shaming is funny, nothing about verbal abuse is funnyQuote:
Originally Posted by suzanne86
it seems that his love has a fair few chains attached, and all around Kelly's neck
Preach it, Phaylenn!
Ouch. Yeah. I could just feel that the build started in my nose, you know?Quote:
Originally Posted by suzanne86
Sabrina, would a simple anti histamine work to help against the allergies?
I have a dust allergie myself and take a simple anti histamine pill when it gets too much, it helps me a lot.
I think it should, actually. I tend to medicate with tea after the fact, but an anti histamine would probably help.
I will do this.
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Originally Posted by PhaylennMurúch
I found out today that a friend of mine committed suicide last night and that another friend is currently dying of cancer.
There's nothing I can say to such terrible news. I am so so sorry, and I will keep all of you in my thoughts.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sherielle
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Oh gods. Sherielle...
There are no words for that.
*hugs*
I had similar news just last month. I know how shocking it is, I'm really sorry for your loss.
Sweet and merciful Neptune...
Planks.
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Okay. So, here's a lighter topic for us.
I had some major drama with a friend of mine last year. Basically, she was being her usual entitled self. I called her on it. She wondered what my deal was, I said let's talk about it over coffee. She insisted we have it out via text. I acquiesced, against my better judgement, and told her.
She decided that I was a horrible and cruel person. "If that's who you are, Kate, I feel SORRY for you" she said, and hadn't spoken to me since.
I ran what I said to her passed multiple people, who all seem to think I handled it well. The theories on why she reacted the way she did vary from her daddy issues (I called her on behaviors she has ascribed to her emotionally abusive father. She started using those tactics on me, I said so. I DIDN'T say that she was acting like him, I just listed behaviors), to the thought that she had a long standing crush on me.
She was in my study hall last semester. She dropped it to avoid me.
And I get to school today, and my English class changed from Shakespeare to Creative Writing. Surprise surprise, there she is.
So, I know she won't critique my writing fairly. But I know my style and I know people like it. I know the teacher will like it. That's not my problem.
The problem is that I will have to critique HER work. She will not take anything I say seriously. She's a decent writer, and in better days we functioned as friendly rivals. I grew a LOT from critique she gave me. But something I noticed, even then, was that SHE never grew from critique I gave her.
She's gonna just be mad at me for doing what the class requires.
And we still haven't spoken. I need to talk to her before we start criticizing each others writing. Or else the teacher is gonna just be pissed at us for general lack of maturity in our interactions.
OH school drama. how i do not miss thee.
Hate it. I never get involved, either. But this time, she wrapped it up and deposited it on my doorstep.
If she has decent critique for me, I'll definitely listen to it. I always want to improve. I just wish she'd give me the same courtesy, and I know she won't.
Fuck her. Rise above. Give her work a critique that you would give a stranger in a writing workshop and leave it. Whether she acts like a spoiled brat or behaves like she has moved on from your shared 'drama' is on her. What do you care? She has no power over you.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sabrina the Selkie
^ and if she doesnt like your critique tell her she doesnt have to listen to it and do whatever she wants... so when she hands in her assignment she can fail MUAHAHAHA
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Originally Posted by Elodea the Mermaid
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Originally Posted by Sabrina the Selkie
Thank you, everyone. It was quite a shock to say the least. I'm really sad for his daughter, who also lost her mother a few years back and she's in her early 20's.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mermaid Mystery
Another hug for you Shrielle.
Also. She is in my Anthropology class too! We got put together as lab partners.
I noticed her hanging back after class, so I guessed she asked to be moved.
I went back after handling a few things, and indeed she did. She didn't share any details to paint me an asshole to the teacher, at least.
But yes. Clearly, she won't let the hatchet be buried, so I have to let her go. I'm fiercely loyal to my friends. To a fault. So I've just wanted to try and fix things... and. Well.
And its made worse by the fact that I know she's hurting. Her father's ego and systematic emotional abuse has completely destroyed a lot of who she is.
I just wish I could help.
The Aussie dollar is so bad ATM that a tail from Pearlie would cost me $5000 ARGHHHHHHH I hate the economy.
Good morning auntie flow. This time I was prepared for your visit.
I usually prepare all my food by myself (for good reason), but sometimes someone else in the family does the cooking.
Every single time, I find stuff in the meal that is at best nauseating, and at worst life-threatening.
I held up until the fourth unkempt human hair today, then I put the bowl back and said sorry, lost my appetite, and I'm again cast as the ungrateful, mean villain who does everything to give their poor family a hard time.
The time before there were small pieces of hard plastic in the food, and before then, ground glass.
No wonder I have internal bleedings so often, ffs.
And I can't count the times there were small bugs and vermin in the soup.
But everyone is thinking I'm being evil and ungrateful.
I have to get the eff away from them.