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Judge Spear

Well-Known Member
Who wants to bet someone orchestrated this because they're jellyyyyyyyyyyyyyy???
"He doesn't talk to me like that so they must obviously like you!!!"


I'm sorry you had to deal with these manipulative morons.
He mentioned that I don't talk to him like that but there's two things wrong here.
1) Who is new and who have I known for 10 years? Of course I'm going to talk to someone new with some degree of frequency.
2) He doesn't respond to me. There's STRINGS of messages I've sent to him that went unacknowledged.
 

quoting_mungo

Well-Known Member
It gets fucking worse.

I've been avoiding Frank for obvious reasons this past week.
He surprisingly took notice. So once again, rather than come to me, Frank decides to go to someone else to discuss ME. This time, confiding in my *closest friend*. Frank tells him why he thinks (correctly) I'm avoiding him. What he told my friend pissed him off after they were done talking. I can't even really repackage everything for this post. It's pure insanity.

The big take away is that both Frank and June have been "experimenting" and trying to set little traps for me since April.
Me trying to be friendly to a new person in our group was a red flag SOMEHOW. So they wanted to connive, and prod, and lay trap cards face down. Eny message she came to *me* with was an orchestrated attempt between the both of them to get me to slip up somehow. Including, and mainly the conversation about her feeling like a tag along.

All bait.

Frank and June don't trust me purely because I messaged her a few days out of the week. They have been playing games with me for 7 months, monitoring me like a test subject, setting little pieces of cheese in a maze. All to try and prove that I'm attracted to his girlfriend. June wants to say me just talking to her was weird but not ONCE was there an attempt at pushback. You're responding positively to me and engaging me in what I'm talking about. Laughing, joking, meeting me at my style of humor. All the while plotting like a goddamn spy.
Frank wanted to squeeze blood from a stone and find insane conclusions from messages like "do you play hero shooters", a list of game suggestions, and a fucking photo of a squirrel that I sent to multiple people.
Additionally, he tried to pull the wool over my BEST friend. Frank wanted him to take his side by skewing the order of events. Events my friend was aware of unbeknownst to Frank.
Wait wut. Okay, I take back what I said before; if this is what’s going on they can both step on a LEGO. Probably going to be a problem to confront Frank on this since presumably he asked your best friend not to pass it on, and I assume you don’t want more drama consuming your friend group. But geez.

Hell, even if you were attracted to June, that shouldn’t be a problem long as you’re not trying to sabotage them. Attraction happens. The question should be what you do with it. I mean, if a friend thinks your (gen) girlfriend is hot, that just means your friend thinks you have good taste.

Maybe next time Frank tries to talk to you privately, decline and say you wouldn’t want to give June the wrong idea. :p
 

TyraWadman

The Brutally Honest Man-Child
*puts raw chicken onto the pan and comes back later to find out I forgot to turn the burner on*
Ah, a minor setback. Nothing that can't be fixed! This Chicken Alfredo is gonna be bangin'!

*Adds water for the noodles, pours in veggies... lets it boil nice long and strains the water that's left over*
Ah.
It appears I forgot to add the noodles.
 

Fallowfox

Are we moomin, or are we dancer?
I went to the only halal grocer in town today to try to get the spices I want.

It was Friday so they were out praying. I should have thought of that.

*puts raw chicken onto the pan and comes back later to find out I forgot to turn the burner on*
Ah, a minor setback. Nothing that can't be fixed! This Chicken Alfredo is gonna be bangin'!

*Adds water for the noodles, pours in veggies... lets it boil nice long and strains the water that's left over*
Ah.
It appears I forgot to add the noodles.

Noodles aside I hope your chicken and veg was tasty!
 

Luxibutt

Silly Pupper Girl
Beyond pissed. At work today, I was taking care of my old dude as usual and he asked me to change his diaper early since I usually do it before I leave. So after I was done, his daughter made mention that his bottom sheet needs to be changed. I said, 'OK' and went to go do that. I told my guy that I was going to change his bottom sheet. He said that he was in pain and didn't want to do it. Understandable. He has days were he doesn't want to do anything because he's in pain. So I told him okay, but I'll need to change it the next day. His daughter then says, "Do you want to wait until so and so comes to change your bottom sheet because she does it better than (my name)"?" I was fucking mad. Like, furious that she even said that. I do things differently but apparently she doesn't like the way I do it. If my client told me that he doesn't like that, then I understand. He's very vocal to what he needs. But I was upset. Not only I was taking out his trash, which I do anyway, but I have to pick up the trash his daughter leaves at the door when I arrive. Mind you, when I get there, she was on her computer. So why is it so hard to throw out the trash? Like her sister does it when she leaves for work, but this one doesn't. She just leaves trash and boxes, expecting me to clean it up. She does the same thing when it comes to laundry. She waits until I arrive on Monday with his clothes and bedding on the couch. She doesn't even pick up his cups that he uses to drink his milk or fruit drinks. Fucking fruit flies are at it, some dead ones in there or flying around it. Every time, I would check his milk because there has been a couple times were the milk was curdled and I throw it out and make him a new one. AND ONCE AGAIN, his daughter would be at her computer or asleep. So I make it thing now to change his milk every morning because I don't trust her.

There was a time a month ago where he asked me to come on the weekend because he doesn't get a diaper change during the weekend. His daughter said, "Well if you tell me, then I can change it." There was a time before that where he would ask me for zip-loc bags. I asked why and he said that is where he puts his shit and tosses it in the trash. I was pretty horrified. Like, I get it, you don't want to look at his private parts, but leaving him to do that? That's fucking disgusting.

She doesn't even do the dishes most of the time I'm there. When I need a dish for his food, I have to clean some bowls so that he could eat.

His daughter is making an effort now because she wants to make money taking care of him. But, the only thing that she does is cook for him (I cook for him in the daytime) and give him his pills. Even then, I don't know if she does it right since I've talked to his nurse before and she said that he hasn't any medication orders since June or July. We're in October. You cannot tell me that he's been taking them. They tell me like, "Oh, these ones keeps him from eating." Um, no, these drugs promotes him to eat. "Morphine makes him sleepy". Well, if he needs Morphine, there's a reason, right? "His depression medications make him sleepy." Give it to him at night then. Or ask the nurse to make it a night med. "Oh his oxygen makes him tired." He needs his oxygen to fucking breath. It was wonderful today, walking in and he didn't have his cannula on and his oxygen tank was off. They complain that it's too loud at night. Fucking get over it. It's in the bathroom. Close the bathroom door. I'm sorry your needs trumps your fathers and you claim that you are taking care of him. That's bullshit. I'm with him for a couple of hours and I make sure that he needs are met. I sit with him because it's companion care. I'm sorry I'm not cleaning your house because you're too fucking lazy to do it. I remember when I first started working with him, the first thing that she said to me was, "Hey, can you clean the tub?" I went to ask his other daughter because I was told he was bed bound. His other daughter confirmed that he was bed bound and that her sister can do it herself.

Sorry for this vent, but today just opened a can of worms.
 

Kellan Meig'h

Kilted Luthier
It gets fucking worse.

I've been avoiding Frank for obvious reasons this past week.
He surprisingly took notice. So once again, rather than come to me, Frank decides to go to someone else to discuss ME. This time, confiding in my *closest friend*. Frank tells him why he thinks (correctly) I'm avoiding him. What he told my friend pissed him off after they were done talking. I can't even really repackage everything for this post. It's pure insanity.

The big take away is that both Frank and June have been "experimenting" and trying to set little traps for me since April.
Me trying to be friendly to a new person in our group was a red flag SOMEHOW. So they wanted to connive, and prod, and lay trap cards face down. Eny message she came to *me* with was an orchestrated attempt between the both of them to get me to slip up somehow. Including, and mainly the conversation about her feeling like a tag along.

All bait.

Frank and June don't trust me purely because I messaged her a few days out of the week. They have been playing games with me for 7 months, monitoring me like a test subject, setting little pieces of cheese in a maze. All to try and prove that I'm attracted to his girlfriend. June wants to say me just talking to her was weird but not ONCE was there an attempt at pushback. You're responding positively to me and engaging me in what I'm talking about. Laughing, joking, meeting me at my style of humor. All the while plotting like a goddamn spy.
Frank wanted to squeeze blood from a stone and find insane conclusions from messages like "do you play hero shooters", a list of game suggestions, and a fucking photo of a squirrel that I sent to multiple people.
Additionally, he tried to pull the wool over my BEST friend. Frank wanted him to take his side by skewing the order of events. Events my friend was aware of unbeknownst to Frank.
You know, here's some fatherly advice for you. It really sounds like you need to sever ties and walk away. This environment you're in seems toxic and it's only dragging you down emotionally. Cut ties, put them on ignore, move on. You will find other friends down the line.
 
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Deleted member 160939

Guest
Beyond pissed. At work today, I was taking care of my old dude as usual and he asked me to change his diaper early since I usually do it before I leave. So after I was done, his daughter made mention that his bottom sheet needs to be changed. I said, 'OK' and went to go do that. I told my guy that I was going to change his bottom sheet. He said that he was in pain and didn't want to do it. Understandable. He has days were he doesn't want to do anything because he's in pain. So I told him okay, but I'll need to change it the next day. His daughter then says, "Do you want to wait until so and so comes to change your bottom sheet because she does it better than (my name)"?" I was fucking mad. Like, furious that she even said that. I do things differently but apparently she doesn't like the way I do it. If my client told me that he doesn't like that, then I understand. He's very vocal to what he needs. But I was upset. Not only I was taking out his trash, which I do anyway, but I have to pick up the trash his daughter leaves at the door when I arrive. Mind you, when I get there, she was on her computer. So why is it so hard to throw out the trash? Like her sister does it when she leaves for work, but this one doesn't. She just leaves trash and boxes, expecting me to clean it up. She does the same thing when it comes to laundry. She waits until I arrive on Monday with his clothes and bedding on the couch. She doesn't even pick up his cups that he uses to drink his milk or fruit drinks. Fucking fruit flies are at it, some dead ones in there or flying around it. Every time, I would check his milk because there has been a couple times were the milk was curdled and I throw it out and make him a new one. AND ONCE AGAIN, his daughter would be at her computer or asleep. So I make it thing now to change his milk every morning because I don't trust her.

There was a time a month ago where he asked me to come on the weekend because he doesn't get a diaper change during the weekend. His daughter said, "Well if you tell me, then I can change it." There was a time before that where he would ask me for zip-loc bags. I asked why and he said that is where he puts his shit and tosses it in the trash. I was pretty horrified. Like, I get it, you don't want to look at his private parts, but leaving him to do that? That's fucking disgusting.

She doesn't even do the dishes most of the time I'm there. When I need a dish for his food, I have to clean some bowls so that he could eat.

His daughter is making an effort now because she wants to make money taking care of him. But, the only thing that she does is cook for him (I cook for him in the daytime) and give him his pills. Even then, I don't know if she does it right since I've talked to his nurse before and she said that he hasn't any medication orders since June or July. We're in October. You cannot tell me that he's been taking them. They tell me like, "Oh, these ones keeps him from eating." Um, no, these drugs promotes him to eat. "Morphine makes him sleepy". Well, if he needs Morphine, there's a reason, right? "His depression medications make him sleepy." Give it to him at night then. Or ask the nurse to make it a night med. "Oh his oxygen makes him tired." He needs his oxygen to fucking breath. It was wonderful today, walking in and he didn't have his cannula on and his oxygen tank was off. They complain that it's too loud at night. Fucking get over it. It's in the bathroom. Close the bathroom door. I'm sorry your needs trumps your fathers and you claim that you are taking care of him. That's bullshit. I'm with him for a couple of hours and I make sure that he needs are met. I sit with him because it's companion care. I'm sorry I'm not cleaning your house because you're too fucking lazy to do it. I remember when I first started working with him, the first thing that she said to me was, "Hey, can you clean the tub?" I went to ask his other daughter because I was told he was bed bound. His other daughter confirmed that he was bed bound and that her sister can do it herself.

Sorry for this vent, but today just opened a can of worms.

People never cease to amaze me. His daughter sounds like a great home health worker......I'm being sarcastic.
 

Frank Gulotta

Send us your floppy

Mambi

Fun loving kitty cat

They glued themselves to the wall afterwards. Police un-glued them and arrested them.

My question is simply, why not LEAVE them glued to the wall for a day or so? To teach them a lesson! They did it to themselves and obviously they aren't going anywhere so let them stew in their idiocy for a while. Give the staff the day off and have a cop keep watch in case they want to say anything meaningful.

After day 1 or so of pissing on themselves and being hungry and bored with stiff legs from not moving all while being mocked by the cops and any remaining staff, they'd be begging to be arrested without incident!!! Offer them some of their leftover soup from the painting glass to lick for substance.

At that point, jail is optional and we all get entertained for a while.
 

Rimna

Well-known Monkey
I wanted to make this post to just scream in the void.

Long story short, my life has been a free-fall since early 2021. Nowhere to stand, nothing to hold on to. I see no end to this.

My health has been deteriorating constantly and now it's at a point where I'm not able to function. I won't get into details because it's quite frankly gross, but I will be entering a hospital next week to get full tests done on all my internal organs. There's an infinite number of ways for these tests to go wrong - full anesthesia or not. Though, hopefully, the doctors will be able to figure out what's wrong with me during the 3 days I'll be there.

Maybe I'll try to post an update if I come out of the hospital. It depends on how things go there.
That's all.

Peace.

I'm not ded.
But it's shit. My stomach is a mess. 40 days of medication and then a test to see if I need surgery or not.
 

Frank Gulotta

Send us your floppy
It's like no online forum keeps tracks of celebrity deaths anymore like they did when times were better, but time has claimed the deity that inspired this PS1 holy being
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Minerva_Minx

Explosion loving skooma cat
I'm not ded.
But it's shit. My stomach is a mess. 40 days of medication and then a test to see if I need surgery or not.
Hoping everything goes well!

Glad you aren't dead.
 

Minerva_Minx

Explosion loving skooma cat
I hate when a professor gives a lecture, reading assignment, and homework and their quiz has absolutely nothing to do with what was just coverered...
 

RamblingRenegade

Just a Horse Trying to Avoid Life's Manure
Had an absolute shit day, trying to deal with my dying father's final stuff and with him losing his mental ability and him forgetting simple things is heartbreaking. I didn't drink today though, one more day sober, but damn I really wanted to
 

Minerva_Minx

Explosion loving skooma cat
Had an absolute shit day, trying to deal with my dying father's final stuff and with him losing his mental ability and him forgetting simple things is heartbreaking. I didn't drink today though, one more day sober, but damn I really wanted to
Dementia or Alzheimer's? my father in law and grandmother was dementia, grandfather and wife's grandmother was Alzheimer's. While it affected them, it is very isolating and consuming as a caregiver. Most times, we never knew where to turn. So, please vent. Also, use humor. Smiling and taking personal moments helped.
 

RamblingRenegade

Just a Horse Trying to Avoid Life's Manure
Dementia or Alzheimer's? my father in law and grandmother was dementia, grandfather and wife's grandmother was Alzheimer's. While it affected them, it is very isolating and consuming as a caregiver. Most times, we never knew where to turn. So, please vent. Also, use humor. Smiling and taking personal moments helped.
Dementia. He has Parkinson's and it's really advanced, his body is shutting down. He's 6 foot 3 and roughly 120 lbs maybe less. I took him to the store today to go grocery shopping and he forgot who I was or why we were there. I'm nearly a 40 year old man and I nearly lost it in the middle of Walmart
 

Minerva_Minx

Explosion loving skooma cat
Yeah, i prefer Alzheimer's. Dementia has brief periods of lucid thought which seems to make it crueler. You want to scream and yell, but know they have no control, either. So, do you have to put sheets over the mirror yet or work with people over imagined theft? Grandmother would see relatives long since dead who stole her underwear.
 

RamblingRenegade

Just a Horse Trying to Avoid Life's Manure
Yeah, i prefer Alzheimer's. Dementia has brief periods of lucid thought which seems to make it crueler. You want to scream and yell, but know they have no control, either. So, do you have to put sheets over the mirror yet or work with people over imagined theft? Grandmother would see relatives long since dead who stole her underwear.
Yes I want to go scream or cry in the corner a lot. I don't have to put sheets over the mirror but the "theft" yup got that going on. He also has lunch with dead relatives a lot
 

Punk_M0nitor

Resident Edgelord
I haven’t been able to take my mind off of what my therapist said during our last session.

I told her how I spent the past two years moving around the US alone trying to find somewhere safe to live and how I had to move to leave an abusive situation that was also fueling my alcoholism. We got on the topic of what I would do if my family ever apologized to me and tried to mend things—I told her that I wouldn’t let them back in because I’m the one that has to live with what they allowed to happen, not them. I will make peace with my past but I don’t owe them anything: especially not when all of their past apologies were completely hollow.

… She told me that I ‘need to take accountability/be the adult’, ‘stop blaming the past’, and that it ‘was my decision to move’.

The whole thing just made me feel guilty and uneasy. Am I not already trying to take accountability by getting help and trying to get sober and going to couple’s therapy with my fiancé? Was it really just some frivolous decision to couch surf all over the states because it was either that or relinquish myself to my abuse? Did she seriously hear nothing but excuses to stay mad about my childhood?
 

Minerva_Minx

Explosion loving skooma cat
I haven’t been able to take my mind off of what my therapist said during our last session.

I told her how I spent the past two years moving around the US alone trying to find somewhere safe to live and how I had to move to leave an abusive situation that was also fueling my alcoholism. We got on the topic of what I would do if my family ever apologized to me and tried to mend things—I told her that I wouldn’t let them back in because I’m the one that has to live with what they allowed to happen, not them. I will make peace with my past but I don’t owe them anything: especially not when all of their past apologies were completely hollow.

… She told me that I ‘need to take accountability/be the adult’, ‘stop blaming the past’, and that it ‘was my decision to move’.

The whole thing just made me feel guilty and uneasy. Am I not already trying to take accountability by getting help and trying to get sober and going to couple’s therapy with my fiancé? Was it really just some frivolous decision to couch surf all over the states because it was either that or relinquish myself to my abuse? Did she seriously hear nothing but excuses to stay mad about my childhood?
Based on this, no.

It's more like you're afraid of ripping of the emotional band-aid because you know there's gonna be a scar and looking for something, anything really, to put it off. Everything else you're looking at are symptoms or effects of the problem. My PTSD is very similar, in some respects. I could crawl in a hole and never come out and zero people would blame me. No one blames me for doing what I had to do. It's still scarring and I broke down when I realized most of my problems were self loathing and self generated and that's what I had to work on. That's what it means to work on yourself and oh God, it's never easy because we are more brutal to ourselves than anyone else.

Sometimes, I wish men were more like women in a general sense. Emotional cleansing f'ing rocks and yet most guys got that machismo stuff going on that they have to go it alone, gotta be tough, suck it up and move on. I don't blame you, just society. Also, even an introvert has to interact with people to be well.

I know this is incredibly tough and emotionally It's not fun. Laugh at it, deny it, get your good cry in, sulk a bit, cry some more, and know you have support, even if it's just online chatting.

Again, it sucks. God does it suck. I promise you, though, it does get better if you see it through.
 

Baud

Oh boy it's a deer
It's incredible how easily and often you receive angry and mean spirited replies from people you never addressed, and yet still take a calm comment on a general topic as a personal offense. It makes me want to engage in conversations even less.
 

Minerva_Minx

Explosion loving skooma cat
It's incredible how easily and often you receive angry and mean spirited replies from people you never addressed, and yet still take a calm comment on a general topic as a personal offense. It makes me want to engage in conversations even less.
Me?
 
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