It’s been a minute since I’ve made an update. Figured I’d take a whack at it and see if I can still bang out text blurbs nobody reads.

Home ownership is a lot. It really is a lot. You have to make sure every appliance is working, because any appliance failure could cost you more than the amount to replace the appliance itself. For example, dish washers and other washing machines can leak, which will fuck up your walls and floors. You can’t have a moldy frame in your house, that shit is dangerous. If the subfloor rots, you can fall in.

Having to put a pause on this blog is honestly kind of a pain in the ass. It bothers me to not be able to express thoughts or ideas or feelings. It feels like an undue censorship that causes me some amount of distress. But, in all honesty, I get it. There are unhinged people who probably might stumble upon it, read it, and fly into insane rages from what is written. I can’t help “Borderline Rage”, it’s not my cross to bear. The fact that reality is just triggering for certain people isn’t something I can control. Nor is it anyone’s issue to control but the person afflicted. I’m putting a pause on it for my kid. He doesn’t need undue stress put upon him by people who have an axe to grind with me. I don’t do that to my kids, even if their other parent can never sink too low.

If there are any regular readers of this blog, I’m gonna have to apologize in advance. Buckle up, it’s going to be a wild ride. We’re surfing the emotions of a borderline after all, so it’s gonna be up and down like a goddamn tsunami. My wife is adding a psych certificate to her master’s, so I’ve been letting her speak for me to the loony ex. My wife has never seen a bigger borderline than my ex. She does clinicals in psych treatment facilities for christ sakes.

Okay, I’m gonna be petty now, because I think it’ll be therapeutic. Besides, that fat bitch deserves it, so here goes.

She’s gotta be pushing 400 lbs by this point. It’s funny how her ugliness is compounded by everything she does. This crazy borderline bitch split her tongue for fuck sakes. That doesn’t exactly scream “mentally well”, it definitely screams “I don’t have a solid identity” though. When I was with her I made huge compromises in what I found visually appealing. She’s shaped like a man. She literally has a giant barrel gut and no ass or tits, and it’s grotesque. Literally grotesque. The love bombing was very effective, jesus christ. I had questioned if the apperaance of her body implied I might be gay, because she is not feminine shaped at all. She’s got like a “goth brontosaurus” thing going. I’m so glad she’s out of the picture, because I am not gay. I love boobs and butts. I love my wife’s boobs and butt. I missed physical intimacy with an actual female and not a sad immitation of a female.

So the ex said to me not too long ago: “I’ve been discussing with my therapist and she thinks it might be ASD and not BPD”. Pretty sure I mentioned this here. It’s been rubbing me the wrong way for a minute. She was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder a minimum of twice so far. The diagnosis is spot on. It’s absolutely a believable diagnosis, if not obvious to even non-medical people. My wife is adding psych to her master’s degree via a certificate, so she’s clinically equipped to spot this stuff and she says that my ex is one of the worst borderlines she’s seen.

It just never ends. So apparently my borderline ex is trying to wear my son down with more gaslighting and manipulation. It sounds like he’s just breaking down around her because of all her borderline behaviors and she’s refusing to do a DBT workbook to make his life easier. Of course she’s lying to me, I’ll never get the truth out of her, but my son isn’t borderline. I know that because I have the same reaction to her behavior as any more sane person would. If someone is screaming at you that the sky is purple and degrading you and calling you every horrible thing in the dictionary, you tend to double down that the sky is blue and respond in kind.

These morons are already declaring “America’s Decline is OVER!” The irony is that they don’t have a good vision for this country. Theirs is one of a depraved “late stage capitalist” nightmare. Pretty soon you won’t be able to own things anymore. They’re going to tell you it’s for your own good. They’re going to tell you it makes commodities cheaper. They’re lying. It makes commodities more profitable for them to sell, and the moment they secure their place as the monopoly they’re going to rug you. They’re going to jack prices up to where any value you may have seen is entirely gone. That’s how they get you. They rob you blind and tell you it’s for your own good, and since they’ve worked so hard to destroy the education system, you don’t fucking question it. You goddamn sheep. Seriously. Quit letting people tell you how to think and feel about very disgusting situations. Stop just eating the shit they produce by the fistful. It’s not worth it. None of it is worth it.

It’s interesting to think that in the US; being convicted of rape isn’t exactly a dealbreaker for voters selecting a president. The intellect behind this notion isn’t exactly a powerful one. It seems to be the result of eroding the education system for nearly a century.