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  1. So between me and this forum, we currently have a trash panda in our house. He's "domesticated" for the most part. His parent was killed by a car and the handler hand reared him, so he's use to people since he was a baby.

    He's not our trash panda and definitely after this week I am done, I'd never.

    My wife essentially told her friend she'd watch him over the weekend while they went on a vacation. We basically have until the 10th.

    But I sort of despise her friend. My wife has been fretting about this damn thing for the last three days its been over. Today my wife was really tired, said she wasn't feeling well, and needed to sleep. So I said all right. She says, "But I have to text So and So to ask her if he'll be okay"

    Me "she's not your keeper"

    "yeah but if I don't contact her she'll get really worried and start stressing me out because I haven't texted her"

    Her friend [we'll go with the letter M for my wife's friend] does this essentially to her all the time. M requires constant contact. You need to immediately answer the phone or else M'll get uppity. M'll think you hate her or something like that. And any time you point out this criticism M gets upset and doesn't seem to want to change her ways.

    I told my wife she needs to stand up for herself. And that it doesn't seem like M cares much about her well being at all. I told her she needs to tell M that she will not watch another one her animals ever again if she cannot trust her to do the job right.

    But my wife for some god damn reason thinks its okay. Or that she just has to do it. When she doesn't. Its been like this for three days and it pisses me the right the fuck off. Because M is basically manipulating my wife and using her kindness.

    And I am uncertain if I should be doing anything about it.
  2. Magic was always a cruel gift to bare, for those born with it, and those who had to live with beside it. But no magic was more crueler a curse than one of a Shape Maker. Rare born ,the Shape Maker, that some would have called them a myth or legend.

    Till the day rumors spread across the land of a Shape Maker being born to one unlucky family and one certainly cursed village to receive such an afflicted burden upon them.


    Something that came to mind. Nothing more than a thought.
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  3. I feel really humiliated right now. Like a sense of my pride was taken and I don't have a lot of pride, considering the "decadent" life I live. I am currently working with case workers right now to get my SSI and independent living services going through. But all of that takes time.

    So I decided I would go to this Writer's Group event, its every last Sunday of the month. Real great group. At first I felt awkward because it was a well established group everybody knew everybody. Anyway after the group meeting, you know the director says they go to dinner afterward. Well I agreed to go, knowing I had a 1.80 in my pocket, because I well wanted to know the group.

    They were so well established with each other. Knew each other's writing styles. But great people very welcoming.

    I ordered just a fountain drink. I don't drink soda often, but I figured it be cheap knowing other cheap restaurants I am dragged to from time to time. Well nope. When we received our checks my Sprite was 3.13, that's 3 dollars and 13 cents.

    Well I had to ask the people of the group for change because I could not even afford a soda drink. I feel really humiliated and mortified. I don't like being the poor person. I don't like asking people for money. And now I am dreading going back. Because I am the guy who cannot pay for himself, who rarely has money. That's my legacy now for that group.

    I am pretty sure they are all talking behind my back right now. About why did a moneyless bum come to our group. Why did he inconvenience our time. None of them batted an eye at their 13, 14 dollar meals that I had to sit and watch them eat while I had a Sprite. I wish now I had ordered an alcoholic beverage. Ugh. I just.

    I can't go back.