Sorry, rant ahead, rated R for language and mentions of violence, but I just...SOME PEOPLE!!
Background: Suffporter here. Guy so absolutely overfilled the cup last November, it flooded the whole d**m town. And that, of course, blew up each and every stress-receptacle I have myself. Screaming matches were had, serious and lengthy isolation happened (first from his side, then from both), on a semi-bearable day we agreed that we both want, yet neither of us can at the moment, so now we're both working through our own issues alone and shall see what the future may hold.
So far, so okay, right?
Yeah, maybe for him, me and probably mostly everyone around here, but quite obviously NOT for some people in RL.
Cut to yesterday. Freakin' horrible day for me already because I still am symptomatic as hell and was forced to spend the day trapped in a giant overcrowded space with people I don't like, getting plonked out of my mind. I'm a lightweight on the best of days, but tend to lose complete control over my brain and its misfirings when I drink during a bad time. Unfortunately it's part of the job, so short of calling in dead, there was no way around it whatsoever - and the boss probably would've told me to "suck it up" even then.
So there I was, trying everything I could to make it through the day without going on some sort of very-uncomfortably-intoxitacted psychotic rampage when I checked my phone to find a missed call from himself.
Cue any and all alarm bells. That guy does NOT call me without permission, ever. It backfired horribly once, he never did it again and certainly wouldn't do it now, with the status quo we'd established.
Naturally I assumed he was dying in a ditch somewhere, or about to jump off a bridge, or something had happened to his son and he was about to shoot himself...certainly something along those lines, so I sent him a message (location-tagged so he'd know why I didn't call back, he knows about my issues with alcohol as well as crowds), simply asking "What happened?" - never got a reply.
Spent the rest of the day, the whole night and this morning worried out of my skull until a coworker (not a friend. Not even in the same universe as a friend.) came up to me and asked whether I'd heard from Guy.
I saw bright f***in' red in an instant, and it turns out I was right to do so.
While I was busy unwillingly participating in a workshop yesterday, those **********IN' ***HOLES TOOK MY GD PHONE AND CALLED THE MAN, THEN DELETED THE FACT FROM MY CALL-HISTORY!!
She even had the nerve to tell me not to overreact like that, that they "meant well" and that it "cannot be healthy" to not be talking to him. Claimed they wanted to "help" and that "no damage was done, after all, 'cause he never picked up".
Instead, he shut off his phone on the second ring (I was told), something he ONLY does when he's about to absolutely lose it.
Turned it on again two hours later to call me back because surely something horrible had to have happened for me to call him. Didn't get an answer other than some message basically telling him I was drunk (thanks to the location-tag) and had no idea why he'd call me.
So our carefully and PAINfully established foundation has been blown to atomic pieces.
He has to assume I'm taking things lightly enough (and doing well enough to easily handle both alcohol and crowds) to be able to happily drunk-dial him, only to FORGET ABOUT IT.
I'm absolutely CLUELESS how to explain this to him because he won't read or listen to anything I have to say when he's actively blowing up, I'm also feeling guilty as S**T for "allowing" this to happen and fighting the near-uncontrollable urge to maim those b*tches who thought it necessary to stick their noses where they really, REALLY don't belong and poke monsters they absolutely CAN'T understand.
I'm about to (hopefully) blow myself away with the emergency-ration of meds my doc immediately faxed in for when he managed to decipher my unintelligible screaming on the phone earlier, but unless that's some new miracle-drug, I swear to all that is holy those cows are in danger tomorrow.
Why the F**K can't people understand that this bloody mountain is hard enough to NOT slide down (let alone climb!) already? NO ONE needs their artificial landslides! :mad::mad::mad::mad:
/end rant
Sorry about that, but I don't have any other safe spaces to b*tch in. :shifty:
Background: Suffporter here. Guy so absolutely overfilled the cup last November, it flooded the whole d**m town. And that, of course, blew up each and every stress-receptacle I have myself. Screaming matches were had, serious and lengthy isolation happened (first from his side, then from both), on a semi-bearable day we agreed that we both want, yet neither of us can at the moment, so now we're both working through our own issues alone and shall see what the future may hold.
So far, so okay, right?
Yeah, maybe for him, me and probably mostly everyone around here, but quite obviously NOT for some people in RL.
Cut to yesterday. Freakin' horrible day for me already because I still am symptomatic as hell and was forced to spend the day trapped in a giant overcrowded space with people I don't like, getting plonked out of my mind. I'm a lightweight on the best of days, but tend to lose complete control over my brain and its misfirings when I drink during a bad time. Unfortunately it's part of the job, so short of calling in dead, there was no way around it whatsoever - and the boss probably would've told me to "suck it up" even then.
So there I was, trying everything I could to make it through the day without going on some sort of very-uncomfortably-intoxitacted psychotic rampage when I checked my phone to find a missed call from himself.
Cue any and all alarm bells. That guy does NOT call me without permission, ever. It backfired horribly once, he never did it again and certainly wouldn't do it now, with the status quo we'd established.
Naturally I assumed he was dying in a ditch somewhere, or about to jump off a bridge, or something had happened to his son and he was about to shoot himself...certainly something along those lines, so I sent him a message (location-tagged so he'd know why I didn't call back, he knows about my issues with alcohol as well as crowds), simply asking "What happened?" - never got a reply.
Spent the rest of the day, the whole night and this morning worried out of my skull until a coworker (not a friend. Not even in the same universe as a friend.) came up to me and asked whether I'd heard from Guy.
I saw bright f***in' red in an instant, and it turns out I was right to do so.
While I was busy unwillingly participating in a workshop yesterday, those **********IN' ***HOLES TOOK MY GD PHONE AND CALLED THE MAN, THEN DELETED THE FACT FROM MY CALL-HISTORY!!
She even had the nerve to tell me not to overreact like that, that they "meant well" and that it "cannot be healthy" to not be talking to him. Claimed they wanted to "help" and that "no damage was done, after all, 'cause he never picked up".
Instead, he shut off his phone on the second ring (I was told), something he ONLY does when he's about to absolutely lose it.
Turned it on again two hours later to call me back because surely something horrible had to have happened for me to call him. Didn't get an answer other than some message basically telling him I was drunk (thanks to the location-tag) and had no idea why he'd call me.
So our carefully and PAINfully established foundation has been blown to atomic pieces.
He has to assume I'm taking things lightly enough (and doing well enough to easily handle both alcohol and crowds) to be able to happily drunk-dial him, only to FORGET ABOUT IT.
I'm absolutely CLUELESS how to explain this to him because he won't read or listen to anything I have to say when he's actively blowing up, I'm also feeling guilty as S**T for "allowing" this to happen and fighting the near-uncontrollable urge to maim those b*tches who thought it necessary to stick their noses where they really, REALLY don't belong and poke monsters they absolutely CAN'T understand.
I'm about to (hopefully) blow myself away with the emergency-ration of meds my doc immediately faxed in for when he managed to decipher my unintelligible screaming on the phone earlier, but unless that's some new miracle-drug, I swear to all that is holy those cows are in danger tomorrow.
Why the F**K can't people understand that this bloody mountain is hard enough to NOT slide down (let alone climb!) already? NO ONE needs their artificial landslides! :mad::mad::mad::mad:
/end rant
Sorry about that, but I don't have any other safe spaces to b*tch in. :shifty:
