who was hallucinating … mind you …
My “partner” is upset this morning because he, factually, did not get any fluffy pillows last night.
zero!
The utter savagery!
He ONLY had three “less fluffy” pillows. First words out of his mouth.
“Last night was hard! I didn’t have any flurry pillows! Where are they?”
internal scream … up your ass!
internal scream … about to hold it over your face! Exhale slowly into the fluffy pillow.
Ugh.
Meditates.
Fuck. This. Shit.
Exhale.
Tell him to find his own damn fluffy pillows! Why should you be responsible for that? You have so much to deal with as it is!
I will second that unconditionally!
Cheers, Midori
domestic violence. Boooo! Just something to bitch about which leads to bickering and picking and looking for a reason to be a dick
Face stings.
Working through hacked accounts.
Ask him what his last slave died from. You're getting a divorce, you have no need to chase after him; Let his other woman do it!
Why is he still in your house, anyway?
Cheers, Midori
his place.
working through legal proceedings quietly before he knows what’s up
Hmmm. Make sure you get a good settlement, or ask for the house in the settlement, plus a good wallop of his other assets. After all, he left you.
That will leave you well provided for, and it can be sold if you need a smaller place on one story.
I take no prisoners!
Cheers, Midori
smart thinking abe Lincoln. All bets were off once he grabbed my my face and tossed the puppy into the end table. So far the gun has been removed from the house. Bulkwts given to a firearms dealer. Some to attorney. Then I can file a pfa.
any tips from one gallbladder amputee to another? 
Not a lot; I'm lucky that I get few problems with it, except with the hernia where I've become 'unzipped'. Get a lot of wind, if I try to sleep on my right side, because of the way the stomach lies and have to turn on my left side to ease the 'bubble' getting caught in the muscle split. Gaviscon helps.
Cheers, midori
I’ll try that. I never thought that having my gallbladder removed might make my guts feel funny.
police said file a pfa. Oh yea. Yes I will. But first … paperwork
I’m sat here going out of my mind with stress and crying in a ball on the floor 
at the er again 
Sitting in the car in front of the ER 
Mama
Panic attack, ended in ER
