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I just need to vent. I've been keeping this bottled up for days. I'm am *. On Thursday morning before I went to work I went to the bathroom and the toilet was clogged and I plunged it flushed it and it started to overflow. After plunging for 30 minutes and missing the time i was supposed to leave to head to work I had a break down over stress and called into work. I wait till 8:30 call our apt management to tell them they say they will send a plumber but if they pull up somethinf that wasn't supposed to go down the toilet they would charge us. I call my mom tell her and she fesses up to a couple days prior she accidently dropped a plasic tampon applicator in the toilet and "she flushed the toilet thinking it would float the she could pull it out" and I need to call and cxl the plumber coming. So since Thursday I haven't been able to pretty much use my toilet and yet she wants to act like the victim. I'm so frustrated right now. Oh and now she seems to think I think she's a slave and said to me "the slave will go do laundry now" and is now * at me for saying no don't worry about it I'll go do my laundry this week. And is telling me we don't have enough money for me to go do my laundry now. Great looks like 2 weeks b4 I can go do my laundry.

Minor frustration for me: I got my ears pierced for the 3rd time about a week and a half ago. Last night, the little stopper on the ring for one of them fell off, and since my bf and I were both drunk, we thought it would be smarter to just wait until morning to try putting it back on. Woke up this morning, and the ring has completely fallen out of the hole and I can't get it to go back in. I know the hole hasn't healed over because I can get an earring with a straight post to go in, but the ring is just thwarting me. I'm hoping that when the bf wakes up later, he can help me figure it out. In the meantime, I've gone ahead and put the other earring in, just so the hole doesn't even try to close up.

I know that, compared to many of your guys' problems, this is hardly even a thing, but it's annoying the crap out of me.

Mishatu wrote:Minor frustration for me: I got my ears pierced for the 3rd time about a week and a half ago. Last night, the little stopper on the ring for one of them fell off, and since my bf and I were both drunk, we thought it would be smarter to just wait until morning to try putting it back on. Woke up this morning, and the ring has completely fallen out of the hole and I can't get it to go back in. I know the hole hasn't healed over because I can get an earring with a straight post to go in, but the ring is just thwarting me. I'm hoping that when the bf wakes up later, he can help me figure it out. In the meantime, I've gone ahead and put the other earring in, just so the hole doesn't even try to close up.

I know that, compared to many of your guys' problems, this is hardly even a thing, but it's annoying the crap out of me.

Coming from someone with 11 piercings it is the most annoying thing ever. I swear it's the way it's curved that makes them complicated. Then I have the best time trying to get the ball screwed on. My septum piercing has to be the worst one to try to get the ball screwed back on with. Hope you got it in!

My MIL is super evil!!

My son's birthday is tonight. We only see his paternal grandparents (even though they only live a half hour away) about four times a year, and his birthday is one of those times. This past weekend, I discussed with my husband that the only night that works for us is Monday (yesterday) because we have people coming in for the weekend. Now I find out that we're going over there on Wednesday, so I need to put my stack of appointments on hold because the Queen couldn't shift her schedule (she's an ancient housewife!) to accommodate us. I can't stand this woman!

And to top it all off, when we go over, there's no food, no cake, nothing. Not so much as a bottle of water, or a rotten banana. So whenever we go over there (because I come straight from work), I end up missing dinner. Worst hosts ever. Then I spend about two hours listening to her prattle on about how I'm just like a daughter to her, and how she loves us so much.

What about all the parties that she hosts for my husband's other siblings? You know, the ones where we aren't invited, and only find out about because of the facebook photos? Pure evil.

That sucks. I feel for you.
My wife's grandmother is the queen of guilt driven manipulation. She never asks for anything, it's always posed along the lines of: "Oh, if only someone would..."
Then someone does it for her, and it's: "You shouldn't have done that. I didn't ask you to do that." But if you don't do it she'll * to everyone else in the family that you wouldn't do something for her. Her four daughters (my wife's mother being one of them) have learned all their lessons well, and every three or four years things reach a head, and civil war explodes because of the emotional inbreeding. And that's the short story.

My wife's father was so emotionally scarred from all of this, that when he remarried (keep in mind that before they divorced, I had to sit them down and explain to them that no, she couldn't bring her new boyfriend to our wedding, and they needed to pretend like they still liked each other for one weekend), anyway, I digress, when he remarried, he pretty much got a mail order bride because, "If I couldn't trust a woman after 25 years, I might as well marry anyone I choose." So my wife is 38 years old, and her step-mother is 28. Yes, my 9 year old daughter has a Filipino Grandmother who is closer to her own age than she is to her grandfather's age.

Meanwhile my kids now have aunt and uncles who are younger than they are. Try taking care of all this on a grade school family tree project.

I apologize. I did not mean to try to one-up you. I keep all this pent up and every once in a while I get triggered and I vomit it all out to random strangers on the internet. Because, that's healthy, right?

You jolly well vomit at us whenever you * need to. That goes for everyone who jolly well reads this. For * sake puke your emotional guts up to us, because compared to some people you might see face to face on a regular basis, we actually do give a damn. Even if we have no idea what to say or do to make it better, know that we strange people spread out across the whole goddamn world, connected by a simple idea of a forum of our crafty loves, we * care.
I don't give a damn if it's small or huge. Your problem matters. You matter.
Now prepare yourself for an epic virtual hug!

QueenBex wrote:You jolly well vomit at us whenever you * need to. That goes for everyone who jolly well reads this. For * sake puke your emotional guts up to us, because compared to some people you might see face to face on a regular basis, we actually do give a damn. Even if we have no idea what to say or do to make it better, know that we strange people spread out across the whole goddamn world, connected by a simple idea of a forum of our crafty loves, we * care.
I don't give a damn if it's small or huge. Your problem matters. You matter.
Now prepare yourself for an epic virtual hug!

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blackmageheart wrote:

QueenBex wrote:You jolly well vomit at us whenever you * need to. That goes for everyone who jolly well reads this. For * sake puke your emotional guts up to us, because compared to some people you might see face to face on a regular basis, we actually do give a damn. Even if we have no idea what to say or do to make it better, know that we strange people spread out across the whole goddamn world, connected by a simple idea of a forum of our crafty loves, we * care.
I don't give a damn if it's small or huge. Your problem matters. You matter.
Now prepare yourself for an epic virtual hug!

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Though I'm amused by the word "jolly". Love it.