New revenge tactic: being as nice as I can to my abuser's parents and widow. Smoothing over conflicts between them. Being empathetic and supportive. Making your other victims love me.

Just keep rinsing.

Listening to the Bible again. Numbers, mid-20s to early 30s. I...don't get it. If my father treated me and my brother as differently as differently as men and women are treated here, I would say he was no father at all. Why would anyone want this?

My kid was showing me some dumbass animation tonight and the line "Sleep is the child of death" happened. This PTSD addled former psychotic with slept apnea and general crippling insomnia is no longer ok.

I've been trying to figure out how to be clever and demure about what I'm working through right now, but the truth is that my ex-spouse/the reason I have PTSD hung himself in his garden shed last night and I'm working on getting our two teenage kids through this. I may post some angry shit. Sorry.

Do you have any idea how big of a mess you've left for the rest of us to clean up, you asshole? There's going to have to be insurance companies and lawyers and everything. People are already fighting over dumb shit before the coroner's even done with you.

If anyone ever reads through my timeline and thinks "Oh, hi, queer socialist Dale Gribble", please know that my paternal grandmother's maiden name (despite actually being the child of a close "family friend" according to Ancestry) is actually Shackelford. I AM THE REAL RUSTY.

The good news about the clear death-spiral-of-the-planet weather we're having here in Colorado is that the ground should be soft enough to bury a cistern for the nuclear bunker any day now. So...that's a plus.

Having to send breakup texts to both your psych med nurse and your therapist and cancel your plan with a platform that saved your life just because some corporate numbnut decided to you were changing insurers is a perfectly American hell.

1. I can only eat protein-dense things, and only small amounts. 2. My SIL got a big-ol wheel of brie for Tday lunch. 3. Few other people at this party liked brie. 4. Brie is my current food fixation. 4+3+2+1= My diet for the last 36 hrs has been just brie and rum. I am a king. I need no country.

WHICH ONE OF YOU SONS OF BITCHES JUST BROKE

My 16 yr old to my 13 yr old: WHO IS "PUSSY WHORE" IN YOUR PHONE?

Had to buy eggs for the first time in close to a year because one of my layers got sick. IT'S NOT THE SAME.

You don't hate me because of how much I drink. You don't hate me because I say cringey shit. You don't hate me for what I do or think or even am. You hate me because you've always hated me. You're a crazy bitch who'll always hate me. You're a fucking psycho and I'm done listening to you, Vic.

Really, it's my fault for looking at Nextdoor in a fascist-heavy city.

On god, I don't know how y'all are out here dealing with the stress of existing in humanity on a public level day in and say out. My best friend, MOH at both my weddings, just texted me for a third day in a row and that's my afternoon panic attack sorted. I. Cannot. People.

My son got an extra reward in school today for finding a hiding spot during a lock down drill where only he could fit. Like, good, but tactical advantages of dwarfism vs. school shootings was not on my conversational bingo card for today.

I was planning to kill myself three years ago today. Go get help. Get on meds. Do something. It's worth it.

AND MY SIDE OF THE BED WAS AGAINST THIS COTAMN THING. AINT SLEPT PROPER SINCE.

Listening to an audio book of the Bible while I work (yes, still Pagan, just like learning) and BOY HOWDY does Numbers 5 catch you off guard if you're not expecting it. "Here's who's going to carry the lamps. Here's who's in charge of curtains. Here's the medication abortion ritual." Sorry, what?

I will never be more disappointed that the rapture didn't happen than I will tomorrow. I'm already disappointed.

So you know when you have a panic attack for no reason, come down, have a snack, and realize the reason you've been trying and failing to query your novel for years might have something to do with your mom STILL believing you were lazy about scholarship apps instead of just having GAD? Me too.

ME MA IS AT IT AGAIN. I'm going to go have another drink and journal rather than publicly going NC on Facebook (the only platform for such a decision, tbh). If anyone sees this, remind me that my "mindful alcohol consumption" app says I only get one more tonight and we're out of the good rum anyway.

So this one time I happened to be at a...gathering, and there was this dickhead podcaster walking the line, jamming a mic into people's faces, getting into personal space, and shouting loaded questions while recording. A protester separated him from his device, was accused of unnecessary violence.

Have been tagged in to provide the reminder about traumatic video because of the Charlie Kirk shooting video going around! 1. Settings -> Content & Media, turn off "autoplay video" 2. Keep your device sound off while browsing so an accidental activation won't include the sound

Are you ready for the most annoying 48 hour discourse cycle of your life

My, but these are some events that are eventing. Mhm. Mhm.

Me: OK, DD says we're picking up brisket at this dive bar in the sketchiest part of town. 13yo: Wait, Vultures? Near the Sheep? Me: Bruh IDK that's what the app says. 13yo: If it's where I think, I almost got in a fight there once. Me: How tf... 13yo: Nice place, tho. You should check it out.

Left the church around the time he became pope, but I've always said that if anyone could have made me stay it would have been him. He did some foolish shit, yeah, but I'd be hard pressed to pick a pope who's done better. That in itself is sad, but it's where we are.

If any of you are curious what's going to be scrawled across the lintel of the door to my bunker...

Union strong!

My oldest child, after signing it's learner's permit with a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT NAME than either it's dead or chosen names (think Jethro Fauntleroy instead of Jane Doe or Fred Doe): "It's fine! Cops can't read cursive!"

My fellow Work From Homies: I need you, for the love of any god you choose, to learn top-down troubleshooting. If a system is down for multiple people, restarting/clearing cache will do fuck all. If no one else is having a similar problem, it's your equipment or your profile. Local vs. global.

I need one person to give me a reason I can't own a drake in city limits that WOULDN'T also apply to a St. Bernard. You have 24 hrs before I either start emailing the city council enough to earn an office nickname or resort to duck smuggling.

12y old child: I'm beginning to think maybe feeling super sick has something to do with my new meds. Or maybe missing 2 doses. Me, knowing child was on Atarax for sleep/anx: What new medS? Child: *describes* Me: *pill identifier* Bruh, that's CLONIDINE. Child: yeah. Me: YEAH. NEVER SKIP. NEVER EVER.

Anybody have a recommendation for a "thank you, father, for allowing me to not get arrested for that" offering to Loki? Right now I'm leaning towards Goldschlager.

I'm beginning to worry about my taste in companies I interact with, but lord do I love getting random checks from the FTC.

Dark Mother, 37 years have you let this child wander, never calling me home, even when I begged. I ask a favor this night: May I send my enemies to you before me in a long parade. May my children whom I lost greet them with jeers. May I arrive after the very last. For this coming war alone, 1/

Fun fact I learned today: The State Department only recognizes two genders, but you know who still has a check box for Nonbinary on their forms? The ATF. I'm beginning to think some people aren't thinking things through.

I made soda bread in an oven box over the camp stove. I burned my hands 3 times, it took damn near 3 hours, and I couldn't get the oven above 220 F. It stuck to the pan so hard that if I cut you a bit there's no bottom crust. Taste and texture, it was handsdown the best soda loaf I ever made.

Every Aries should own a wine glass made of 18/10 pot steel. You know why.

Mondayest Friday in a long while. Call me when it's my turn to cry in the walk-in.

Freddie Mercury didn't go into the studio and nail the vocals for "The Show Must Go On" in one take while dying of AIDS for you to despair and give up now. Take the time you need, but then get up and get back out there. The show must go on.

Finally figured out of to pass a training assessment and get moved back to my usual 5-2 schedule on the first try: make plans to stay out til 1am so the switch would hurt as much as possible if it happened.

On 1/6, watching the news with a brother living in Germany and valid passports for all of my children, my line in the sand was based entirely on who the military sided with. If they fell to Trump, we would run. I firmly believe he was banking on their participation that day. 1/

I've never been "under the influence" of alcohol. I have, however, been "in cahoots" with alcohol many times

I've had to say about lot of hard things to my oldest child (16) over the years, but one of the hardest has definitely been "You will be grown before this is over. You're already in this."

If you ever wondered who you would be when That Time Came, this is it. This is the person.