@lisse24 said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
@auspice said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
"We're running late."
"Well, that's fine, so long as you can still give me a ride to work."
"We can't, we have to meet people in Plano."OH I DON'T KNOW MAYBE TELL THEM YOU'LL BE LATE TO SEE THEM BECAUSE YOU'RE SEEING YOUR DAUGHTER FOR THE LAST TIME FOR FUCK KNOWS HOW LONG? Yeah. This cements it. I'm only allowing this because I want the last of their shit out of my apartment, but I am fucking done. They're prioritizing my father's fucking coworkers over me.
(And same as last week, waited until the last minute to tell me so I couldn't find a better workaround.)
And I was coming here to complain about the coworker who calls me 'kiddo.'
Sorry your parents suck :/.
Complain away. My bs doesn't diminish your bs at all.
And now they're gone and on the road and I can bitch and stress and go through a week of having all the shit from the past be dredged up to swill around my mind before I drink it back into oblivion again.
(I really need to find a therapist that takes my insurance so I can process the abuse in a healthy way probably.)