Things still getting better?
No. He's still go no job. Hops online for 15min a day to throw a couple applications in to random WFH data entry jobs, which I imagine most of them are some scammy bullshit anyway. Still has no ideas for what to eventually do for an actual career. He doesn't want to go do retail again, but at this point I'm thinking "too fucking bad," he needs to get fucking something until he finds something better. It's one of the things that's always annoyed me, in that shit has to be perfect, or he won't do it. He won't look for a job unless it's WFH and like some $20-25/hr minimum. When we were looking around for a house, wouldn't consider anything that didn't have every single thing on his list. Shit like that. Literally no one in life is getting everything they want on the first iteration, you have to fucking work up to it, and this is just a foreign concept to him. He still helps around the house, but him not scooping cat boxes every night wasn't exactly the problem.
I've turned into a complete dumpster fire. I'm depressed as fuck, I'm sad all the time, I spend most of the day in bed, I can't stop fucking crying like a stupid pussy. I fucking hate myself. I feel trapped and just want this shit to be over, but at the same time I know I'm going to be miserable and alone afterwards. I've still been trying to...try for my part this month to at least say I did. Tried hanging out more in the living room with him, gone out on date nights to the local pinball bar, etc. Same thing as I've said before, though, there's no spark left in me for him. Still going to therapy, with the current goal of trying to make me not hate the way I look so much, which feels like an impossible task since I've always hated how I look even before I became a fatty. Not going to lie, I've glanced at my gun a couple times over the past week or so, though I've always been too pussy to do that shit.
Bonus WTF:
Friend online I've known for maybe 2 months has started coming onto me hard, which is something I've never really experienced before. The hell am I supposed to do with this? I've already told him multiple times, sorry, it's not going to go anywhere and tried my best to convince him of what a shitbox I am, but it's not working. He must have some bullshit idea of me stuck in his head that's not even close to reality, I guess. Not even finished dumpstering my marriage and now I've got to take a shit on a friend, too? What a stupid fucking problem to have, Jesus fucking Christ. I can’t stand the idea of having to hurt someone else already.
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