He said "you're not the only one with ptsd, but I don't go around making a fuss about it". Something like that. He's very frustrated with lots of big stresses going on. He's worried about his mum and his little girl, the storage company, that has his stuff, are being dodgy,, shifty c*nts and it's driving him bonkers.
I'm a bit sick with a chest and throat thing. I just came down with it, on the weekend. I'm so tired.
I told him "I hate making a thing about it! I wish I didn't ever have to even mention it! Let alone ask for consideration because of it!"
My weight loss regime is going well. I'm down to 81kg. Only 16kg to go. Maybe I'll be down to 75kg by the time I leave hospital? I'd like that.
I went up to 75 from 65 in 2012. My son had gotten psychotically ill and then dumped on my doorstep, by his Dad, who didn't even bother to contact me. I got a text from my now-20 year old son that his older (intellectually disabled, as well) brother was at my place. I had to walk home from uni, which is quite a way.
Where I lived was not a good place to nurse a psychotic intellectually disabled, young man, well, I guess nowhere is great for that, coz it's a horrid, horrid situation.
My weight shot up.
It was an awful neighborhood.
While I was there, the house next door, (said to house a pedo) was burnt down, while people were still in it. They got out though.
On the other corner, in a house I knew, with a young woman I knew a little, her partner was a violent thug and I had called the police for her on a couple of occasions when he was nearly killing her and also when I witnessed him not let her leave. He got beaten to death in the house by some other thugs.
There was a home invasion in the house in front, a lovely Indonesian man who was my friend, who was a single dad, with a couple of small children, got threatened, in his own home.
There was a riot that went on for HOURS, I called the police to that one. I didn't go down but could hear it from mine. I rang hours later coz it hasn't settled and the police said "We are trying to contain it."
I got stolen from so many times. Even when I was in the house.
There were more horrible things that went on, but that gives you an idea. I got housed there, from a woman's refuge. Nice.:cautious::hungry::confused::arghh;:notworthy:
It was no wonder I lost contact with my kids, it wasn't as if I had a safe neighborhood for them to live in. In fact, my youngest daughter lived with me quite a bit, but she got beat up by a girl up there, and went back to live at her dad's, after that.. Shitty, shifty culture of low IQ people. I hated it.
Not too different from here, but there were heaps more shitheads up there. I think they are moving over here though, as many as can. The pedo guy has been over here. Yuck. My daughter got stuck with him talking to her once, he really does sound like a pervert.
Here it's mainly demoralized and deluded "superior" weed smokers, over there I think it was mainly "ice" culture.
I mean, don't get me wrong, all weed smokers aren't immature, hedonistic, escapist, bullshit artists, but they are thick on the ground, here.
I've had to deal with those type of people all my life. They can escape in a haze of getting stoned and never truly face up to themselves, while they opt out and light up. I'm not talking about people who smoke a doob on the weekend or whatever, I'm talking chronic everyday, all day marihuana addicts. Just about everyone in this town.is in that camp.
Although we do have people like me, mums who escaped domestic violence and who got stuck here and business people who are capitalizing on the booming tourism industry in my town.
Then we have the young people, mixed bag, some thugs and hustlers among them, some great kids who will get the f*ck out of here as soon as they can, and retirees who can afford the ever-hiked-up real estate prices or old hippies who've been here since the 70's.
But drugs, especially weed, is the central pillar, of this community.
My ex is such a weed fanatic, I am forever tainted by his atrocious abuse and narcy treatment of me, and my mum was a "free-loving footloose hippy" so yeah, I'm kinda jaded by the whole scene.
Drug abuse culture gets me down.
