At this point I'm just sharing the most ridiculous situations incurred when living in a home shared by an obeast. This is the latest thing but has been bugging me since I moved in.
I love scented candles. I don't do the really sweet cinnamon bun or cupcake scented candles I prefer things like eucalyptus, patchouli, linen, anything kinda earthy or fresh and clean scented. I have a candle warmer light thing and usually have one of those scents on it all the time.
All that being said, I'm not a total inconsiderate bitch and don't mind not using scented candles or whatever with people that have allergies or are especially sensitive to them. Guess who can't deal with my candle? If you guessed hammate, ding, ding, you win! So, being considerate I never have it on unless she's gone for the weekend or whatever.
Last week I discovered a new candle store in an adjacent city that sells soy candles which I love even more. Wide variety of fragrances. I got one for my mom who is sensitive to overpowering smells and she loves it.
Just now I had received a catalog from Yankee Candle company and mumbled something about I may as well throw it away since I can't burn any of the scents I like. Hammie is all "yeah, I know it sucks but it is what it is."
Here's the thing. She has her own candle she burns whenever she feels like it. Take a guess at the scent. If you guessed Cupcake Frosting you totally have the obeast figured out! I mentioned that I was going to try the soy candles and see how that goes and she said "oh, no, I can't do anything soy." Me "I bet if i get a cupcake scented one you can." Her response "yeah, probably so."
I just keep telling myself I will be moving out in a year. I will be moving out in a year. I want to be able to burn my candles. I want a dog. I want to use my beautiful dishes in the kitchen. I don't want to freaking constantly wash used solo cups and try to squeeze them into an already overflowing cabinet full of glasses. WTF!
*I will probably have a story a day for a while now that I've hit my breaking point.
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[–] DurexNChill 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
Why can't you just move out?
[–] DammitMoonMoon [S] 0 points 3 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago
So, in 2011 I nearly died from a brain aneurysm which resulted in some brain damage to both sides of the frontal lobes of my brain. These are the areas that involved things like executive actions, decision making, planning, processing, etc. These things are a real problem for me now. I tried to go back to work, I did it for a year. But I was a manager and the things that make one a manager are those things in control of the executive functions of your frontal lobe. In short, I could not manage my employees, I could not plan ahead for anything because my organizational skills are basically shit now. I also deal with fatigue to a great degree but that is slowly getting better. I cannot work an 8 hour day though. It's impossible. I suffer with severe bouts of insomnia that nothing has helped. Whatever the suggestions are for that, I've tried them all and nothing helps. If I don't get at least 9 hours of sleep my brain is mush. I will literally sound like a mentally retarded person because I say the wrong words, I make up words, I can be in the middle of a conversation and forget the rest of what I was going to say. I went from being a manager with a workforce to somebody that needed to be managed.
Because my work experience is very niche there was nowhere else for my company to put me. I ended up going back out of work a year after trying to work post the ruptured aneurysm. My long term disability insurance company (that I paid for, mind you) refused to pay me long term disability because they are a corporation and they don't want to pay even though that's why they exist. I appealed their denial and my appeal was denied. A week after their denial I received my approval for disability (brain injury in my state is almost an automatic disability approval) from the Social Security Administration.
By that time I had been living a year with no income. I had sold every single thing I owned. All my furnishings, everything. I moved in with family. I bounced around and had to move 4 times in one year because of reasons having to do with people not understanding your disability is real. My car, which was almost paid for, was repossessed.
I landed in what I can only describe as a dump. Because that's all I could afford. It was awful. It was crushing me mentally. That's when hammate came into the picture. She has a beautiful home in a beautiful town and it's a 1000X improvement from where I was living.
I'm finally in a place where I can settle, regroup, get the help I need, focus on moving forward and rebuilding my life. I'm not financially at a place that I can afford to move out yet. But I will be. I'm working towards that. It's coming.
[–] DurexNChill 0 points 3 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago
Well damn son, that's as good of a reason as I'd possibly expect. Get well shitfriend.
[–] Donutsinmyholes 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
And through it all a shitlord perseveres and strives for improvement.