I'm finally going to let this all out on this blog so it's no longer festering inside of me. The past couple weeks I've been swooped up in work drama so thick I can hardly move. For once it just came out of the blue and I didn't instigate any of it. It just seemed that my name was on the taste of everyone's tongue and quite frankly I hope it was sour and bitter. It seems that Amanda is the fake as bitch I had suspected her to be. That the reason she keeps little company has less to do with her choice and more the fact that she will stab anyone in the back. I should have saw the signs. When she called the bosses because I was 30 minutes late. When she blackmailed me into telling her I had bed bugs and then told the bosses anyway. The red flags were waving and I was just like "oh, a nice crimson color, how fancy" I always do this to myself. I always go off the deep end for people I barely know because I have a tendency to befriend broken people and I think...
If this weekend has taught me anything it's that absolutely nobody has your back at work. Everyone is out for their own gain. I don't know why i'm always so shocked when this happens. Maybe because I genuinely want to be friends with most everyone. I spent my whole life fighting and clawing my way and i'm just so tired of it now that the idea of sabotaging someone is insane to me. Thus I invest in people who aren't worth two cents. People who backstab me. Tell on me and then think I'm stupid like i'll never find out. All I know is i never want drama like I had this weekend and now that I know who the snake is, buddy, call me Neville Longbottom because I will decapitate you. I am so much a better worker than you are, I'm more versatile, consistent, I have better customer service skills than you and sure, you may have experience on me but you stick yourself to one position and never look farther ahead. You're short sighted and that's why you will ...
My relationship with my mother is reaching new uncharted territory and I'm not even sure how to handle it. For years all we did was fight, fight bitterly and badly. It's all we knew. It was our definition and anyone and everyone had their own opinion on our relationship. I let too many voices in. At the end of the day, I wanted to love my mother without the fighting. I wanted to be there for her and laugh and enjoy our life together. Covid and DPT therapy brought that forth to me. We stopped fighting and became each other's safe space. We no longer let outside voices infiltrate us or interfere with how we are. They're irrelevant. I've lived with my mother for 4 years now. The longest stretch of time we've lived together since I was 18. To be honest most of the time it's been great. We laugh we smoke we have fun. Here lately though it's been weighing on me. And things I'm starting to creep up. The biggest thing has been the lack of help around the h...
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