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⌈ Secret Post #2446 ⌋

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04. [WARNING for gore, blood, etc]

[How To Train Your Dragon]

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[Fall Out Boy's "The Phoenix"]

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[pokemon conquest]

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Oh man, you have no idea how true this is. I was actually really pissed when SO got approved for food stamps. The card came, and SO was all "Woohooooo, can finally buy food!" (because I told SO several months ago I was not bailing them out anymore, SO needed to figure out their own finances)... and knowing that SO has historically wasted a ton of money on high-end food despite not being able to afford it, I warned SO not to overspend on fancy stuff.

Turns out SO is getting as much in the way of food stamps as my mom used to spend on our family of four. So SO is all "Oh, I don't need to worry about that, hahaha!" and I basically made myself sit very still and hold my breath so I wouldn't scream.

But food stamps aren't going to pay the bills, or the rent, and they don't cover food for the cats SO insisted on adopting. I'm hoping even if SO doesn't have any occasion to moan anymore about not being able to eat goat cheese and italian gelato and artisan salads every day, that'll be enough impetus to make SO suck it up and take a retail job even if it's not going to pay enough for SO to start accompanying me to conventions again and such.

And then I can go "You know what? This hasn't been working for awhile. Now that you have a way to support yourself - and don't say you can't, because remember when you first moved here and I WAS SUPPORTING BOTH OF US WITH MY RETAIL JOB BECAUSE YOU HAD LIKE $200 OF 'SAVINGS'? - we're going to acknowledge that."

I may come off as a pushover here, but seriously, my own mental health is shaky at the moment too, and I cannot deal with not only the initial confrontation, but the inevitable guilt if I potentially screw over the person who has been closer to me than anyone else ever has (and who is still a good friend, in the moments I can put it aside). So I wait. And I plan. And I fantasize about doing it in less tactful ways.

You keep waiting for that perfect moment to leave him. There will never be one. The moment is now.

[ SECRET POST #2446 ]

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you are a fucking pushover.