Thread: The Lady Doth Bitch Too Much (Athene's RL Journal, Comments Welcome)

I know, I know. This is ... what? The millionth thread I've made here? Maybe not literally, but I will admit, it does sorta feel like it's getting to be that many of them. Anyway, this is something I have tried to purposely delay creating for one simple reason. More often than not, this is probably gonna include more negative entries. And I write them to vent, yet I'd understand if anyone would interpret them as me wanting a 'woe is me' sorta reaction. Still, that never has been my goal. Besides a way to vent, it's also a way to keep in touch with my partners here. PMs are overrated. Weakly grins Not really, but in all seriousness, I do prefer threadsIM over PMs for almost anything, including OOC communication. Comments are more than fine. In fact, they're welcomed. Thus, if you want to post here, feel free to. But avoid posting any trolling or idiotic remarks here, please. Without further ado, let's get to the first official entry, shall we? 20th May, 2017 So before I go too far into this entry, allow me to elaborate a bit on myself and, more specifically, my situation. Me and my husband live in a small housing community, which acts as a transition program for homeless people. Prior to living here, we had been stuck in our van for 6 months. We originally moved to Oregon to get closer to our daughter, as well as my parents. But daughter is without a doubt our main priority. We had a Section 8 HUDhousing voucher and everything. We had full intentions of moving here and securing a place. What the HUD agency failed to explain very well was our voucher had started up in April. Keep in mind this was back in 2015. Thus by the time we arrived in Oregon, most of our 120 days were already gone. Eventually, we lost the voucher and they weren't re taking any new applications. The waiting list for HUD just re-opened up a few days ago, so I got us applied for that. With any luck, something will work out withregarding that. My main bitching session, ergo, comes into play here. I legit hate this small housing community. It's to a point where, honestly, the van is seeming more nad more like a better option. Yet, I won't force my husband to pack and make the cats get in with me. Fuck that. Still, I definitely am ready to march inside myself and forever give this place the middle finger. The self-governing bullshit they advertise is as fake as most of the residents here. There's a small handful 9 that I can even truly trust. I should be counting my blessings. I know that. But when the past two days have been filled with crying fits because one villager upset my husband so bad, sent him into a TIA Transient Ischemic Attack which, in simplest terms, is a mini-stroke. Something he has only had two other times, and not unless really angrypissed off. So I walked in, found him being treated by EMTs ... and got shaken up. It weakened to a point where he didn't need to go an ER, but this whole fucking incident has been a major low blow to my faith in humanity and self-esteem in myself, as the issue revolved in us apparently not doing enough around this village and thus being useless. Tch. Tell me something I don't fucking know about myself. And to my face, asshole. Good riddance. My muse is as dead as a lot of my emotions and overall self for the most part. I do promise to make an effort to get back to people particularly a certain saint-like partner who keeps putting up with my life being an absolute bitch but I can't say when it'll happen. I really am so very sorry. I hate sounding like I'm making excuses. The problem is ... they're not made up. These are actual, real bullshit things I have to deal with on a daily basis. Who knows, though? Maybe I can get an actual week or even month where life leaves me the fuck alone. Here's to hoping, I suppose. -Athene