The Not Happy Thread

Taylee - that sucks. Accidents happen to everyone though, so no worries. It could have been a lot worse.

Link - in your dream, what did the roommate do/say that was so horrible? Funny, I was up all night doing research on nightmares the other day...

 

S'all right, got to sleep in the end. Although I did wake up at 6 in the morning humming the Town Anthem.

 

I bought myself some strawberries today. Cut them up and put them in a bowl. Put on some custard and sugar. Was about to truly enjoy myself. Then my dog jumps up on the sofa next to me, shakes violently, and a massive tick lands right in my bowl... and with that my appetite is gone, and the strawberries goes in the bin. He's lucky he's cute.

 

Battlestar Galactica.

 

@ spklvr- That reminds me of the time I cooked up a chicken broth for myself because I had a cold. I put it on the TV tray and was going to get the remotes when my kitty decides to stick her little pink snout in the bowl and lick it.

Not wanting to eat something after the cat licked it ('cause, y'know, it's gross and who knows what germs are floating around in a cat's mouth), I had to pour the entire thing in the sink.

She was lucky I was too sick to yell at her (and that I'm a big cat lover anyway).

 

So it's League One next season. It's taken me four hours just to write those words. Not actually shed tears in a long time, but I came damn close today when the second goal went in. We didn't deserve that. We just didn't.

 

Yesterday as I was backing out of the garage to go to the library, I backed my mom's car into my dad's truck. I honestly wasn't going fast out of the driveway, and I was looking, but either my mom's truck was parked at a strange angle or my dad wasn't on one complete side of the driveway. I hit his back bumper with my mom's back bumper, and while the damage isn't too bad, there is a dent in my dad's truck and a scratch on my mom's. My parents were pretty livid, but above all they were glad I was safe and that the damage wasn't overly horrible. I'm trying to be responsible and mature, so I'm helping with housework around the house to work off the $500 insurance deductible to get my dad's truck fixed. There's also a $500 deductible on my mom's car that I've promised to work off as well. I need to be more careful and accept responsibility for my actions, and this is me trying to do that.

 

My parents just called and told me that they are splitting up, after 22 years of marriage.

I could see it coming, because every time I've seen them in the last 2 years (since I left home), they've been fighting. Before that, they never fought.

I hate them so f*cking much.

My brother's 10th birthday is in less than a month.
I have freaking exams in a week, and a presentation in 2 days. Good luck. -_-

I've always been so close to my parents that this just tears me apart. I doubt my own relationships, and I feel so bad, especially for my little brother!
They can't do that to him!

Everyone, when they go home from university, get to have things normal for them. Me? I had an Earthquake devestate my hometown, and now my parents are splitting up.

I feel like the closest thing I have to home is my f*cked up, leaky flat.

Sorry about my grammar and incoherency, I can't think too clearly as I'm really, really not happy.

 

Really sorry to hear that. I don't know what it's like to go through parents splitting up, but I know how difficult it is when something traumatic happens at home and you have to try to keep the rest of your life in order; hopefully you can try to separate the two enough, which is never easy.

Hopefully without the fighting you have witnessed at home in the past your family might be able to become closer; I've heard of that happening quite a bit in this situation. Either way, I hope you and your brother can stick it out together and know that time really does heal wounds. And while parents should be there for their kids through this, just remember that it's probably incredibly difficult for them too, especially when they have their two great kids to worry about too. Try to stick together and support each other!

As for me and my whinge... I need a job and can't find one!

 

I think people at school think i'm being abused, because of a bruise
I got from a needle the last time I went to see a doctor. I always used to wear
a heavy sweater and never take it off even when it was ninety something
degrees outside. Oh, and I'm EXTREMELY shy and almost never talk. I don't really approach people.
I don't think they want to get into my buisness. I'm stressed cause rumors might start. Only
three more days of school and I failed the most important test of the year that determines if I pass
or not. ^^' Sorry to anyone on here who is having a really tough time. Something
that doesn't even compare to what I just typed. *hugs*

 

In my opinion, if you're unhappy, it doesn't take away your unhappiness to know others are in worse situations. Everyone is allowed to want to be happy, and to be upset when they're not.
So I hope you feel happy soon, and no-one starts icky rumours about you, because that would suck.

 

Dizzy, I have a very similar situation at home, and I just came back from uni. It's a war zone here and I hate it. Makes me wish I could have happy times back - or at least times when I just came home and everything was hunky doory. Now, I don't look forward to being here. =/

I'm so sorry to hear about your parents, especially because of your baby brother. Divorce is a disease. I hope it goes as smooth as it can and neither of you suffer more than you need to.

 

Dizzy, for your own health, remember that your parents are not 'doing' anything to your--or your brother. This is totally to do with them and their relationship.

Even if people are married for 22 years, they still change through their lives. This is a good thing really, speaking as an older person myself. No one wants to think they are stuck in a groove. Also, really what with the menopause and mid-life crises etc personality can change a lot. Sadly, it can mean the person who was everything to us in our thirties is just not someone we can get along with on an intimate basis any more. Hopefully, your parents will manage this split with minimum acrimony and still be able to talk, who knows, even take pleasure in each other's company again in a few years.

Please try not to be angry because this will just make you bad, and your parents--both of them--need some understanding of what they are going through. I'm sure they didn't want this to happen, who does want love to end?

Take care now.

 

Thank you everyone for your support.

And madhoca, no disrespect, but I don't want advice. I am mad, I have every bloody right to be mad, because I'm hurt. Because it does affect me, and my brother.

Being angry is the way I deal with being hurt, and I don't see a way that an individual's way of dealing with grief can be wrong (unless they let it go to extremes, obviously - and I'm not planning on killing anyone, so all's good).

Basically, what you're saying in your "people change" spiel is that love can't last, and I'd rather be young and naive than cynical enough to believe that. Even if it does end up hurting me.

Again, no disrespect. I just posted on here because I had no get it off my chest and I don't want to talk to anyone that I actually know about it, because I can't face up to the public about this yet. No advice is going to make me stop hurting, so I don't want it, thanks

 

I wasn't trying to give you advice. Nor was I saying everyone changes and all love ends. I was suggesting that it sometimes happens and swearing about your parents is a bad way of dealing with it. This is not about you.

 

I'm not getting into a debate about this. I'm sad, I'm angry, and I'm allowed to be. That is all.

 

Dizzyspell, that's rough. I can't imagine how difficult this is going to be for you and your brother. Sounds like you're dealing with it amazingly well, though. No deaths yet, right? Haha. Anyway, I wish you and your brother the best in such a sucky time.

 

I get up and work on the book all day and go to sleep. Even when I try to take a break I can't stop thinking about it. This thing had better pay off. I'd really rather be sitting in the sun with my friends drinking beer on a patio.

 

My dear little dog has to have an operation tomorrow to remove a tumor from her stomach. I'm terrified. It was hard enough waiting all day while she had her scan (to determine if he could do the op) but tomorrow is going to be hell. I'm so scared.

I started writing my new novel today, despite my bad mood, and despite the awful week I've had so far. I need to keep my mind focused on something else so I don't go nuts. If anything bad happens tomorrow, I don't know what I'll do. My stomach is in knots.

 

My landlord, who lives in the other side of the duplex I live in, knocked on my door a few minutes ago, completely apesh!t.

We are in the midst of powerful thunderstorms, with some tornadoes touching down in the area. Tornadoes are rare in New England, so this is abnormally wild weather.

He was on the phone with his wife just before he arrived home, when she suddenly began shrieking into the phone.

She had just watched as a six foot square of plywood sailed out of the sky, looking like a piece of cardboard, and crashed through the glass door of the porch just a few feet away from her. Glass everywhere!

When the landlord arrived a couple minutes after, he pounded on my door. "Dave, have you heard about tornadoes in the area? Come here, you have to see this, you won't believe it. I can hardly believe it. Look at this..."

I've never seen them so freaked out.

Fortunately, no one is hurt, and there is no real structural damage done.

 

I did something I shouldn't have.

What I did makes a person go crazy. I feel like I am going crazy. I am having panic attack after panic attack and don't know how to make it end.

 

Late night here.
Alone in the dark.
Feeling kind o' blue.
Flat depression rising.
And a sip of Talisker.

Hopefully this won't be deleted by the mods, it's mine, I didn't rip it off! I swear!

 

I need to score an 83% on my math final to even pass it. I think if I study, I probably could do it, but if I get even a point below that, I need to take summer school for three weeks. That in itself is bearable, but I hate having my parents disappointed in me for grades, so I really want to pass.

 

My dog should be in her operation right about now. I'm so scared. I'm terrified the phone's going to ring with bad news from the other end. It was so f-ing heartbreaking leaving her at the vets today, and she has to stay overnight after her op.

She was jumpy and excitable as ever at the vets, so I just can't believe she has to go through this. I can't believe she isn't too small to have this daunting op (she's a little yorky/sh!t-zu cross). However, I'm trying to keep level-headed and confident that she will come out fine, and more importantly, much healthier than when she went in. I just hope she doesn't think we've abandoned her, or that we're putting her through this cruel thing because we don't love her. It's the exact opposite.

 

Sorry about all the unhappiness everyone.

As for me, to be cryptic, I've done something that I'm instantly regretting. The effect of it won't play out until tomorrow either. I know what I've done is probably for the best, but it doesn't make me feel any better.