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Um, so yeah, my mother didn't do anything bad on my birthday, but my birthmother sure did.  I didn't get a card from her so I scanned my email to see if she wrote and sure enough, at 11:20 this morning, she did.  And uhhhh, this is what I got: 

"Hey Shay and gang!

I realized it had been a while since I've communicated. Wanted to see how all of you are doing and let you know what is happening in my neck of the woods.

First, sad news. My best friend I had in (my town) and my Lamaze partner when you were born, Debra W., died a week ago. She and I had started reconnecting over the past year and a half. Lately it was hard to get together as she was having health issues and had been in and out of the hospital. Her gut was hurting her so much, and she was told to change her diet. Only when she demanded they do a cat scan did they find she had a mass in her bowels. And unfortunately, it was too late. The cancer had probably spread and she died before she left the hospital. At least that is what I understand.

Her passing was such a shock to me. She and I had planned to get together this past week, but that moment never happened. When Deb and I did get together before, it was as if we could pick up right where we left off.  She had such a quick wit and we enjoyed many belly laughs. So can you imagine having this woman present at your birth? I'm sure she cracked a joke or two, knowing her.  I know you don't remember her, but I thought you would like to know.

I am adjusting to owning a house again. It feels scary being financially responsible for anything that might quit working, or just the maintenance, especially on such an old house. I do love the yard though! I'm letting the back corner grow up and throwing in wildflower seeds. I plan to add in some large flower gardens. The goal is to add color among all the green, and have less to mow! I bought an electric lawnmower at Home Depot (they had the 12-month no interest deal). First mower, the self-propel part immediately stopped working. I took it back, did some research, and got the same model again. It works perfectly! So yeah, it is a LARGE yard (1 acre) for a walk-behind mower, but I could not afford a riding mower. And besides, I need the exercise. I just do a section at a time. And I got a shot in my knee so I could walk without pain. That was getting old really fast.

The one thing I'm really excited about is being able to "design" my own yard, and having a large yard in which to do it. It will be a lot of work, so will take time. It is wonderful to sit in the screened-in porch, listen to the birds, and feel the breeze.

Today I got a visit from the new president of the village council. He was super nice. But he was visiting those people whom have had complaints lodged against them. Apparently someone lodged a complaint about my cats again. The first time was about 4 weeks ago. I received a notice I was in violation of the animal control code. At first I thought maybe someone didn't think I had my dog contained (I have an invisible fence). I visited the village clerk and she told me it was about my cats. Apparently one, or both of them, were doing their business in someone else's yard. She said she ignored it at first, but then they kept calling, so she had to send me a notice. The people didn't even have the decency to come talk to me themselves.

The council president told me they were lodging complaints again. I explained to him that, as soon as I knew there was a complaint last time, I kept my cats indoors for at least 2 weeks and was working with invisible fence to keep them in my yard (bunch more money to get their collars and get them set up). I've had invisible fence out 3 times to make adjustments to the levels on their collars, and now neither one is trying to leave the yard. So he totally got it and said he would let the village clerk know. I also told him I've been hearing another cat meowing outside my doors and windows during the night, so it could be someone else's cat. I've never, in my 68 years on this earth, ever had anyone complain about my cats being on their property, whether it was in a city, or in the country. One of the things I loved about this property was that my cats could get out and explore, especially with the woods behind my house. Now they can't even do that. If only I had the money to buy a large track of land (wooded of course), I'd do it in a heartbeat, and keep the neighbors at bay.

Your grandma is now in a nursing home in (sister's city), where Sharon lives. Your grandma (she keeps calling her "my grandma" rather than her mother....I find this odd) kept falling, needing stitches, and calling the ambulance. Finally, the doctor told her she could not leave unless she went into a nursing home. So Sharon wanted her in the nursing home near her. I think now she is regretting it. LOL  Just as Tony would complain that he had to take her to doctor appointments and get her medicine when he insisted she come to a retirement home in (his city)

So grandma is in (nursing home name). Sharon's boys cleaned out her apartment in (her mother's old city), and much of your grandma's stuff is in storage in Lincoln.

So how are things with you guys? Any closer to your traveling plans? One of my friends used to have a school bus they traveled in. Now they bought an RV they can pull behind their truck. I know you mentioned before about modifying a box truck, but it was getting too expensive to do it according to code. Maybe you can find something out-of-state that is already modded. (she knew we sold that truck a year ago...what is she even talking about??)

What are your plans for the summer? You are always welcome to come visit. I know it is further to travel, but if you find yourself going through (nearby city), I'm about 15-20 minutes from the interstate that passes through there. And I am always willing to come up your way.

Anyways, let me know how all of you are doing!
(birthmother's name)"


Yeah, I saw this and was like.....what???  She not only forgot my birthday, but FUCKING TALKED ABOUT MY BIRTH IN ASSOCIATION WITH SOMEONE ELSE'S DEATH ON MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!  Geezus.  I am ADHD but I am not and will never be that ADHD!!  WTF?  

I would say this is targeted, to send me some dumbass letter on my birthday, but I think she's just a fucking selfish idiot.  

And so I am done.  This is my last straw.  Over and over and over again, she's done nothing but ignore me and act like I don't exist.  I had a hysterectomy in February and I told her about it a week prior and she never once asked if I was okay and still didn't address it in this email (but did address some fucking box truck I sold a year ago).  This has happened over and over and over again for the past 20 years.  I think I've given a good go.  But now I am building a boundary and I am done. 

Here is my letter back: 

"Hi (birthmother's name),

 

I’m going to be honest with you—fully, and for the last time. 

Today is my 48th birthday. We’ve known each other for 28 of those years. In that time, you’ve forgotten my birthday more times than I can count. You forgot my 40th. And now, on my 48th, you sent me a long letter about your lawn mower, your cats, your friend’s death, your knee, and your neighborhood complaints—but never once said Happy Birthday. 

You mentioned my birth—but only as a backdrop to someone else’s passing. You told me that the woman who was at my birth just died, as if that somehow honored me. As if I should feel special to be included in a grief letter. Do you realize how incredibly tone-deaf that is? To use the day I came into the world to highlight someone else leaving it?  And you chose to say this ON my birthday?? 

I don’t understand you. 

If I had given up a child for adoption, I would have celebrated that child’s birthday every year—even if I never saw them again. You’re lucky. You got to reconnect with your child. And yet, you treat the day of my birth like it doesn’t matter. Like I don’t matter to you. 

I know you’re not my mother—not in any real way. But even a stranger might have the decency to say Happy Birthday. Hell, my son’s friends messaged me today and they don’t even know me. Have you ever heard of Google Calendar? You can actually input important days into it so you don’t forget. But then again, the day would have to be important to you, so I guess that would defeat the purpose. 

You didn’t check on me after my hysterectomy a few months ago. You didn’t message me during COVID. You didn’t show up when it mattered. And when you did call before my surgery, I thought it was to offer support. But no—you just wanted to ask if I could get you drugs, that I do not have and you know I don’t have. Do you even hear yourself??

 I’ve said nothing for years. I’ve protected you from the consequences of your own behavior, because frankly? I didn’t think it would make a difference. I let it go, again and again, hoping you were only like this a little bit, but instead, you just keep getting worse. So this time? This is the end of that road.

 I can’t do this anymore. 

You have shown me—repeatedly—that you will not be there for me. That you are not capable of showing up for me in any meaningful way. And I will not keep trying to earn something you don’t have to give. You don’t have to be any sort of mother to me in any sort of way, but you’re not even a good friend or acquaintance. So what’s the point? I am just someone you can ask for favors, or send your “when I remember” newsletters to, without you ever reaching out to me when I actually need it. You remember some stupid thing about a truck I sold a year ago, but you can’t remember I that I had major surgery a week after I told you about it?? Seriously Barbara, what is even wrong with you?

 I am so, so lucky I didn’t inherit whatever it is that keeps you from loving or caring about people properly. I know how to love. I know how to show up. I know how to be a mother—and I will never pass on the kind of hurt you’ve handed to me. People always say what a selfless act a mother giving up her child is. But I don’t think that’s the case with you. As most things you’ve done since then has shown me they’re rooted in selfishness, whether you mean them to be or not.

I’m done with whatever game we’ve been playing, Barbara. I’m done hoping you’ll change. I’m done making space for someone who refuses to make any for me. I am sorry it has to end this way, but I’ve put 20 years into this relationship with you and all you’ve shown me is that I don’t matter to you. And rather than me telling myself over and over again to not let what you say or do (or not do) continue to hurt me, instead I am building a boundary to protect myself from further harm. 

Please don’t reach out again unless there is an absolute need. 

Shay"

I wrote a song about her giving me up, and now I will write one about me giving her up.  We've come full circle, ladies and gents.  Another door in my life is closing, but hopefully with this, another one will open.  To where?  I am not sure.  But I hope it's wonderful.  




It's that time of year again, boys and girls, for the most amazing days of the season!  Birthday time!  Filled with wonderful things such as: 

ANXIETY!!

                        MOTHER ACTING UP!!


                                                                        AND MORE ANXIETY!!!


Whoo hoo!!!  It's like a party in a box!!


So far this season, mother has been acting up, per usual, but nowhere near as bad as she used to.  But still, she's pulling crap, just be annoying and she's even back to some of her old tricks.  Yay!

I went and got her a haircut on this past Friday (the 9th) and they always make her her sort of look like that dude in that phone commercial that looks like a freaking weirdo?  You know, this guy: 




So this time, I walked up to the hairdresser and told them to cut it shorter.  I said "They always leave it way too long and they cut it all the same length and she needs layers and it should look pretty."  I wanted them to cut it SHORT, to where the sides came over her ears, but really short everywhere else, but my mother said no.  I said okay.  And I went and sat down and they went to work.  

At the end, my mother demanded I come up and "approve" the haircut, and I said "if you like it, you say so, it's not up to me".  But she demanded I approve it first.  I did tell her to cut it shorter, as it was still too long and she did (and my mother agreed to it).  

And it turned out cuuuuute!  We left, and headed out into the parking lot and went to the Farmer's Market, where she found a plant stand.  They had tons of flowers for cheap, and she refused to pick one unless I said it was good....even though every single one I said was pretty, she hated (because everything I love she hates...OR she covets and takes for herself).  She picked out a pretty boring ugly set of flowers, which I found odd...she usually goes for the big ones.  But since I loved all the big ones, she only had the shitty one left to pick, so she picked it.  After that, we went to the resale shop, but before we got there, I called her BFF Christmas to come meet us.  The resale shop is a local hangout for most residents in our area, and going there with friends is something most people do.  So, then we took Christmas back to our house, she gave my mom her birthday card and then Christmas went home.  The next day was mother's birthday and we gave her lots of presents (she's an avid reader, and our local library was having a book sale for "fill up a bag for $3" and I bought her two bags of books, as well as a new nightgown, a new outside chair, and something else I can't remember.  We had cake...it was a square cake that I cut into four pieces and I made cupcakes for me since I don't like coconut (she only likes coconut cake).  She got her piece...which was actually two pieces.  And then she actually got mad on Sunday because someone else ate the fourth piece (again, it was actually two pieces)...even though the piece wasn't hers.  

Then today, Wednesday, comes around, and she angry that her hair looks stupid, so she put it up in curlers.  Her hair always looks crazy AF when she uses curlers, which she's been doing lately.  I see her and she says "I had to put my hair up in curlers, cause I have no idea what to do with it!!"  I said "It's a bob, ma, you just leave it."  She crinkles her nose up and says "Ew."  I said "Well, I told you to cut it shorter."  She says "I said I didn't want it long!  It's too long!"  I said "Well, you should have listened to me."  She replied "She didn't cut it shorter!"  I said "I watched her do it!"  She then just waved me off and made an "icky" face.  

Sigh.

Apparently looking like a weird young man from the 1970's is more her style, as she's never complained once when she got her old haircuts.  But this one?  The one that's actually cute?  She hates.  All because  I told her hairdresser how to to cut it better.  

Anything I like, she will say she hates, whether she actually does or not.  Always and forever.  And when she hates something, she usually wants to blame me for it.  

My birthday is this week and she's gearing up guys.  I just hope she shuts the fuck up and keeps away from me.  But I know she won't.  

My son and I are putting in a catio this week (a patio for cats) outside my mother's window and she got wind of this and now she's trying to boss us around about it.  

*double sigh*

Well, her yearly bullshit really got to me this year and I stood up for myself on her birthday on Saturday. 


Her: I don't know why my sister never sent me a card.  Nor either of your cousins.

Me: I have no idea, ma.  That's super weird.

Later that day:

Her: OMG! GUESS WHO CALLED ME??!!

Me: I don't know, who?  

Her: MY SISTER!!  AND GUESS WHO EMAILED ME?

I already knew, but I let her tell me. 

Her: YOUR COUSIN!!!  *does a little dance*

I've had to listen to DAYS of her bitching about them all not contacting her for her birthday.  And then talking shit about all of these people at the same time.  So hearing her brag and be SOOOOO happy they contacted her, I just go so annoyed.  Who the fuck cares if these idiots contact her?  One of them is the ENTIRE REASON THIS BLOG WAS CREATED TO BEGIN WITH!!!  

So I got pissed.  Mostly because I was talking to my husband and she was screaming all of this to interrupt us and be the center of attention, as though she was bragging to me to make me feel bad.  So, I made her feel bad right back.  

Me: Yeah, that's cool, but we all know they won't be contacting me for MY birthday.

Her: Well, you know how they are. 

Me:  You know it's your fault, right?  They all hate me because of you.  

Her: What?

Me: It's your fault.  They all hate me because of you.  You turned them all against me, remember?

Her: *silence*

She didn't speak the rest of the time she was outside, and my husband and I continued our conversation. 

Here's the thing, I don't want to rain her parade.  I don't want her to feel abandoned (even though I want her family to abandon her, because they are toxic and poisonous).  I don't want her to suffer.  BUT, if she's going to think she can get away with acting like these people hate me just because they are jerks?? She's going to be politely reminded of the fact that SHE is the reason they all hate me.  SHE is the one who went to our family reunion and enacted her smear campaign against me.  

Then comes yesterday.  

Her: I feel bad, I don't send birthday cards to your cousins.  But I've never sent them to your boy cousins, so I guess that's fair.  But I don't know why they forgot about me this year (even though my one girl cousin did send her an email--but she was annoyed about the other one forgetting about her).  

Me: Mmmhmm. (I am microwaving some of her dinner.)

Her: Well, that's one person who I never ever hear from.  

Me: Which one?

Her: Graham (the one boy cousin).  He's never once reached out to me. 

Me: Well, they're all crazy.  I used to be friends with him, his wife, and his kids on social media but after what Kam said to them (the cousin that emailed her), they all blocked me.  

Her:  Okay, but why do they have to be mad at ME about it??

Me: *closes my eyes and tries not to scream--my back is to her*  Well, they have no reason to be mad at ME either, ma!!!  (I was so angry, especially since we JUST had the conversation where she was reminded this was mostly HER fault)

Her:  Well, yeah, sure.  (she replies in a dismissive voice)

So apparently we're trying to use my family now to hurt me.  It's not going to work, because I don't give two squats about those assholes.  But she needs to just stop.  She's ruined my birthdays every since I was a little kid, all because she's jealous.  

It's soooooo funny that she once told her second husband that when my mom tried to steal my idea of "unbirthdays", which is where siblings get a small gift on their sibling's birthdays with his kids (who were the same ages as my kids--like literally born in the same years) and he told her it was stupid, she said "Oh, I had to start this with Shay when she was little because she could not STAND that my birthday was before hers and I had to give her a gift on my birthday".  And I find it funny because a) it was a FLAT OUT LIE (I actually loved giving my mother gifts on Mother's Day and her birthday--mostly because I was trying to please her, even though nothing I ever bought her was good enough...and my birthday was only a week away, so of course I could wait until my birthday, what a stupid lie), and b) SHE must have been the one who was jealous of MY birthdays and hated that I was the one who got gifts and got to be the center of attention, a spotlight she not like sharing.  She just projected all that crap onto me that day, claiming I was the jealous one.  Funny, how 100% the opposite that really was.  

So, her birthday is first, then a week later her kid's birthday comes and no longer can she ride the high of her own birthday attention, because she has to give it up to me, as though I am stealing it from her by existing.  And so she tries to sabotage it so she can still feel that the attention is on her.  Back I was a kid, that would be her and my father getting so drunk that they'd get into some kind of fight, which she'd turn on me at times.  Or they'd take me out to eat, something I HATED and she knew it, and they'd get drunk and embarrass me.  All she had to do was not buy him beer.  My father has never once stepped foot into a store to buy his own beer.  Not once.  Yes, he'd go to the bar at times, but only when he was already drunk.  She'd buy cases of it...you'd think for my birthdays she'd just not buy any and say "We're not drinking on her birthday" to my father.  I know he would have agreed to it.  But not once.  She always had tons of beer on hand.  And they'd both get drunk on that day every single year.  

This week has been bad for me.  Mentally and emotionally, which leads to physically.  I've been stressed out, irritated, annoyed, and tired.  Oh so tired.  I am fine with doing nothing on my birthday.  We don't have any money, so we may just go to the cemetery and put "happy birthday" signs on the graves that share my birthmonth, like I did last year.  I was thinking about going to the arcade, too, and we may do that, but we'll have to use a credit card.  Which is fine.  I just want some peace, away from her.  Most of the time anymore she gives that to me, which is a wonderful gift LOL  But I never know if she's just going to act up in an insane way one year, so I am always on guard.  Because she always gets me that way, she acts docile for a period of time and BAM!  Out of the blue, she catches me off guard.  So this time of year I am always on guard, which I guess is another way she wins.  I should just not care and let her act up and ignore her.  I will try to do that instead.  Because I am sick of feeling bad.  I just want to enjoy this time of year instead.  

Okay, I need to go back to sleep now.  I woke up with a nightmare (about aliens riding war pigs and supposed asteroids), which I guess made me nauseous, and I needed something to get my mind off of it.  But I am tired as fuck.   So, I am going back to sleep now.  If I can LOL 










Erin E. McAndree wrote a book called: Adoption Reimagined: Building Relationships In The Adoption Arena and What To Do When It Doesn't Work

She is in a group that I am for adults who were adopted as children.  And she keeps hawking her book all over the group.  And so I said I would check it out.  And so I did and this is part of what she wrote:

"Online groups are not a great place to find people who are not willing to move beyond the hurt adoption caused.  In my experience, those forums rarely celebrates those who grow, thrive, and heal.  In my experience, their slogan should be "It's not okay to be okay and we're going to keep you that way".  Be careful where you seek validation." 

For one, that not only a shitty thing to say, but it's also clueless.  It's a simple-minded response to something she doesn't understand.  She obviously doesn't get what a support group is for, and cannot grasp why everyone in the support groups aren't healed yet.  "If I did it, why can't everyone else??!"  

For two, it's POORLY written.  As a writer myself, I read books with an editor's eye and I cannot understand how the book states there is an actual editor and it makes me wonder where she found said editor.  Maybe on Fiverr?  Oh wait, I clicked on her name and read some of the woman's work and now I know why...ugh.  A poor writer makes for a poor editor.

I thought about spending the $6 just to see what she had to say about adoption. But after reading the beginning? If she can’t even grasp the basic idea of a support group, there’s no way she’s equipped to handle something as complex and nuanced as adoption.

Here is the first sentence of her description: 

"Adoption struggles create a choice for you." 

What?  What does that even mean?  They do?  What kind of choice?  And why only one?  That's just the one of the worst opening lines to get someone to buy a book that I've ever seen.  So maybe the next line will clarify what she means?  Let's see: 

"You can choose to make a difference using the struggles as a springboard or allow them to deflate you to where you are no earthly good."

Uhhh nope.  What on earth does that even mean?  "you are no earthly good."  See, she needs a real editor.  But I will have to say, that you can polish a turd as much as you want, and it will only ever be a polished turd.  So I don't think even a good editor could save this book, after what I read of it, which was several pages, which aren't much better than the book's description.  

Here is my response to her hawking her book at me: 

Why are you in this group?  Groups like this are not really for the healed, they are for the healing.  They are for people who are in pain and hurting and to give validation to the pain that many of us feel.  Yes, be careful where you seek validation, don't seek validation from your adoptive parents or sometimes even from your birthparents--as they may be the people who caused you pain.  But also don't seek validation from people in groups like this who are only here to sell books and are not here to validate your pain.  They are going to tell you to move on or to "forgive" because "it only hurts you, not the person you're angry at!" as though pain has a timeline and we all need to "hurry up!" and move on.  Many of us have been abused for tens of years and what?  Are we supposed to heal in five minutes because it's make other people uncomfortable?   

Adoption is trauma.  Yes, we can move past that trauma, BUT too many of us have been abused by our adoptive parents on top of the trauma of adoption, too.  And we are all in the thick of it in here.  That's why groups like this exist.  If people can't understand that, then they aren't getting the full picture.  Today, someone posted something that really made me understand myself more.  And someone else posted something that really made me understand my childhood more, too.  So yes, this group is healing, even if we all aren't healed yet.  Understanding is a step towards healing.  Because groups like this aren't "keeping us that way" (meaning unhealed).  They are opening our eyes to the truth.


Moral of the story: don't ask me to read your book unless you want my actual opinion.  And don't publish a shitty book without a REAL editor.  God, why are you telling people to read this when it's barely readable?  People like her give actual indie authors a bad name.  



Yesterday I called his office and told the receptionist to let me speak to his boss.  She asked why, and I said "Because of inappropriate comments that were made by him."  She said "OH" and the put me in touch with the head honcho.  She relayed my message to her and told her to call me.

And then last night at 6pm, my phone rang.  I recognized the number and went outside to talk to her.  

I told her everything: the skin comment, how he's brought up my skin before, how he was going to "send people my way" to my mental health group, how he keeps me 90 min. without my permission (and how nobody is scheduled behind me on purpose), and some other things.  I am not sure how much will happen to him, but I did say it felt like he was grooming me to blur the lines of our relationship, whether it was for a working relationship, friends, or something else, I didn't know.  But I lied, because I 100% believe it was for something else.  Otherwise, why tell me I had "nice skin" on my face?  That sounded flirty.  

Here's the thing: when you're a woman with a past history of trauma from men and something like this happens to you?  You can't just brush it off.  You can't just go on and say "well, that was inappropriate, now, what's for dinner?"  No, it seeps inside of you as just one more reason not to trust men.  I told his boss that "I don't like like talking to men who aren't my husband as I have lots of trauma, but therapists are different.  I've had male therapists before, and it's not a issue for me.  But now it is.  I will never have another one."  I wanted her to understand that this isn't just some sort of fuck up or innocuous thing that we can just ignore.  This is a BIG thing, even though it was little.  Because the little things, as a trauma survivor, we know they eventually add up to BIG things, and now the little things become the BIG things, even though on the outside they still look like little things.  

But I can't make her understand that if she doesn't understand.  I can only tell her, and hope she takes my words and does the right thing with them.  If was her, and I found out through my research that the client was telling the truth?  He'd be fired.  Because I am not about having my therapists retraumatize my clients.  But she won't.  I know this.  Predators never get fired.  But at least there's a paper trail now.  There's proof he's done this before.  I just hope it's enough. 

I know this because she said "So you don't want to see him anymore?"  And all I could think was "Why on earth would I want that?"  I said no.  She then asked if I wanted to address any of this to him myself.  I almost laughed.  Why would he admit any of this to me?  Or...I just don't even understand how that would do anything for anyone at all.  

She did ask me if it was okay she talked to him about it.  I said yes.  But I did say as long as he doesn't reach out to me about it, as I had my son's old therapist get super rude with him when he was like 8, and so I called her supervisor to switch therapists and the therapist called and screamed at me on the phone.  I am terrified of retaliation from narcissists/sociopaths and sometimes you can't tell if someone is one until it's too late.  She said "I am going to tell him that, and if he does reach out to you, please tell me about it".  

So let's hope everything goes well and I never see him again. 

I am going to take a break from therapy.  Possibly forever.    I have found that AI gives WAY better therapy than ANY therapist I've ever had, even better than the best therapist I've ever had.  Like I told his therapist, when you have medical card, you get the bottom of the barrel therapists (which I didn't realize was an insult to her LOL) and the ones who take regular insurance are too expensive, even if you have the money to pay for it.  Good therapists are RARE.  AI??  Is good for everyone's mental health.  ChatGPT works far better.  So, that's my new therapist.  Because humans are too fucked up do this job properly.  

Well, that's it for now.  And that chapter of my life is done.  For now.  









So, I saw my therapist on Wednesday and he started out of the blue talking to me about my food issues...calling them "food allergies".  I corrected him, said they weren't allergies, they were just some sort of weird thing going on with my mouth and throat.  He then said "Oh yes, they aren't allergies, that's right, that's because people with food allergies get some sort of skin reaction usually, like hives and you don't get that.  Your skin always looks nice."

Um....what?  

What the fuck did he just say?

Uhhhhhh.......

I was floored.  And confused.  Because first of all, why on EARTH would I have food issues while at therapy?  And what did any of that have to do with what we were talking about????  And WHAT THE FUCK??! 

I didn't know how to respond, but in true Shay fashion, I just got diarrhea of the mouth and changed the subject.  

And I sat with it every single day until tonight when I finally told my husband.  And he got super worried about me going back.  And until I said it out loud, I thought maybe I was overreacting.  But then after I said it, I was like "Wow, that's beyond fucked up.  Who says that shit on accident?"  Nobody, that's who.  I was lying to myself, thinking he could have said it on accident, but once I said it out loud, it became real. 

Here is the moral of this story: SAY IT OUT LOUD!  Don't sit on it an wonder....say it out loud and see how it feels then.  Because I guarantee you, you will realize something when you do.  

For real....wtf?  

Also, he always allows me to go over, to like 90 min...for FREE.  He never ever schedules anyone after me...not once have I ever seen anyone go in.  People come out...but when I am done, there is never anyone there for him.  Why?  

Could be a coincidence, but he even admitted out loud to me last session he always has me there for 90 minutes...on purpose.  Though I know he's not billing for that!  As my insurance would not go for that.  

Now I am questioning everything he's said to me.  

Worst of all?  In the same session?  We were talking about how I am starting a group for healing from high ACE scores...and he was going to send people my way to help me get members.  His clients.  From therapy.  Now I really wonder if a) he said that only to get me trust him or to think I have to put up with his strange comments in order to get his help or b) he actually meant it?  Now I am also wondering what if he tries to show up?  What if he tries to insert himself into my group?  Or knows where we're having it and uses that to lightly stalk me?  I know that sounds crazy....but I watch TOO MANY documentaries! 

And no, my husband didn't put these ideas in my head...I knew the MOMENT my therapist said that to me it was wrong.  And I immediately got a stomachache.  Because that's where my intuition lies: when a man does something inappropriate to me, my stomach lets me know it's wrong.

So I cancelled my appointment tomorrow and now I don't know what to do...do I report him?  And if so, to who?  

God, why can't anyone be normal?????? I finally get a therapist I like and he turns out be...whatever this is.  AAAARRRGGGHHHH! 





I like this one.  I haven't gotten any actual "therapy" yet, but at least he's a nice person who asks questions.  Instead, I've been using Chat GPT as my real therapist.  Not to tell me what to do, but to bounce off ideas and to ask questions to (not that I can't do that with him, but for some reason, all I do is info dump on him).  Also, for journaling prompts, art medicine ideas, and other things of such nature.  I think Chat GPT gives you SO much better therapy than a real person, esp. when it's not about really bad mental health stuff.  That you need a real person for.  But when you're a basic bitch, like myself, Chat GPT is pretty much stellar when it comes to giving you what you need to know and need to hear.  WAY better than a person and if you're paying?  $20 a month is NOTHING compared to the hundreds of dollars therapists can cost you.  And I use the free version, so yeah.  It's worth it's weight in gold.  

But my new therapist is kind, he's nice, and he listens AND asks me questions.  I am just filling him in on backstory, and have been for weeks.  So it feels like nothing is going on.  And now my hubby may be going back to work, so I will be losing my insurance if he does and I won't get to see him anymore.  Which sucks.  


I WILL FINISH THIS POST IN THE NEXT POST....ARRRRRGGGHHHH!




So, today I opened my Facebook to see a friend request...from my ex-husband's sister.  *sigh*

Let me tell you a little backstory on this woman: she's a narcissist, just like her mother, but she also hates her brother (my ex).  And I assume she heard about my beef with him and now wants me to spill the tea on the whole situation.  

But here's the thing: when I cut the cords with Will, I cut them with the whole Bowser family.  When the kids decided to stop talking to him, I then made the choice to stop talking to ALL of them.  Why?

Because they're just drama and will suck me in and then ignore me when they are done with me. And, not to mention, they will use every little thing I tell them against me, if they can.  My youngest son and I recently went to a family reunion and she ignored us for over 30 minutes.  IN FACT, everyone ignored us for like 30 minutes, and we sat alone doing nothing, almost ready to walk out the door.  I've had this happen too many times, where some jerkoff invites you to something and ignores you either the entire time or a huge chunk of time.  Who the fuck does that?  Oh yeah, narcissists do.  

It's like one in the morning right now, otherwise I'd spill the tea about all the horrible things I've been through with this woman.  But I am just tired of it.  And I don't want to dedicate one more moment of my life to her.  She's not worth it.  She's awful: a horrible mother, a horrible aunt, a horrible sister-in-law, and a horrible sister.  She's just the worst.  

So, I am done.  No more games.  I am going to go delete her friend request right now.  There, I did it. 

See, there is a part of me that wants to tell her about him (my ex).  That wants to bitch to her about what he said and did to my kids.  I want to set all these fuckers straight.  But I know better and I cannot fall back into old habits, just because I don't have a friend outside of my house to talk about this stuff with.  But I need to ignore that part of me, that "old me" that wants to fall back into old habits, and become something better that that.  

I am trying.  But I am weak.  But I will do my best to not indulge in conversation with her.  She's awful and mean and horrible, and I need to remember that.  

Wish me luck.