old man liver

also known as Bitch'n Mona

a post in which to bitch about Old Man. who I shall credit for some of the damage to my liver. and psyche.

I think I don’t know how to deal with a man who’s not evil. Like, he’s not abusive or selling drugs or alcoholic or severely narcissistic or 15 years old or married or. . . .oh fuck. K, technically, legally, he’s still married. So. there’s that. Otherwise? just an old man that I’m ’bout tired of.

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Shared pain is lessened.

Hiya, just call me Mo for maureen. I hope nobody shows up here looking for anything deep or entertaining. I’m not saying it couldn’t happen, but that’s not really the point. I just need somewhere to vent. A lot. And I’d rather it were anonymous. So here I is!

I’ve had a lot of things happen in the last year, especially the last few months, and I don’t deal all that well. There’s apparently only so much that prozac can do, though I usually have a few other things mixed in. (other prescriptions, a few cocktails, several cats, all the usual coping mechanisms.) I am pretty constantly trying to distract myself from actually thinking, because then I stress and freak out and it’s just not pretty. So I’m hoping that actually getting some of it out of my head will help. But I also intend to talk about my kids and cats and stuff I like, all that jazz. No, I don’t really like jazz that much. More of an alternative-rock kinda lady.

As this is a sort of introduction, here are some stats:

me: 30 yrs old.

kids: 2 boys – a preteen and a young teen.

cats: 5 – 2 girls, 3 boys, all fixed, mostly rescued.

location: the great and boring midwest.

status: divorced twice, unemployed, currently living with a boyfriend who frustrates the crap out of me sometimes. a lot.

K, that’s all I can think of at the moment in the way of stats. I’m boring. I do tend to adopt more cats when I’m depressed. So, yeah, I am the crazy cat lady, destined to die alone in a room that smells of cat wee. But they won’t eat me. They love me. Anyway, that’s a myth. Dogs are much more likely to eat their owner if they’re dead.

I have lots to say about a lot of things, I just hope that getting it out there will help me out.

Because, “Shared pain is lessened, shared joy is increased.” Spider Robinson