Fun Dream and Bad Day

Today I am thankful for a fun dream.

Right before waking up, I had a dream of a very old friend kissing a beautiful blond before jumping out of an airplane with her.

That was nice.

For once, I had a dream of an old friend that wasn't a nightmare.

That was appreciated.

I think I had that dream because today is his birthday.

What a nice start to the day.

My day didn't stay nice.

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My new employer wanted copies of all of my tax records for the past ten years. They asked that I order my wage and income statements directly from the IRS.

I received them today.

I can see when my ex raided part of the 401Ks. Some of it wasn't accounted for, so I don't know what to think about that.

Sadly, my new employer is going to think that I can't manage money.

Don't stay married to financial idiots, the fallout can last for years.

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I just got news that the auntie who raised me after my mother died has a terminal illness. I don't know if I can talk or write about it right now, my feelings are still raw.

She seems to be in shock.

The job that I was offered is at her doctor's office, so maybe I can be there for her on some level.

I'll bug her more often to offer help.

She is only twenty years older than I.

This is breaking my heart.

This will be the last Thanksgiving. I won't be able to spend the day with her.

Hopefully we can make Christmas extra special for her.

Love ya lots,

S.

Stalker Proxy Phone Calls

What kind of songs do narcissistic stalkers sing? I imagine they sing songs like this. I am grateful now that I understand why the stalker has people call but wish they'd listen when I ask them not to call again. I probably should document this somewhere. My ex was talking to an old friend of mine from high school on a daily basis. She is his cousin. I had to quit talking to her when she'd ask me to plan parties and then refuse to give me the guest list saying that the attendees would only be me, her, my stalker Shannon, and my NPD mother-in-law. She wanted me to plan interventions. This happened with a baby shower. It also happened with a wedding. The in-laws put together a fake wedding trying to host an intervention to shame me and my ex into doing things for them (like quit school and give them my car). I had to cut this so-called friend off over that in 2004....

Temporary Ending

Dear Readers: Over the past three weeks, I attended both a city councilperson's town hall and the mayoral town hall. Despite battling the flu, I dedicated two days to watching all available city council meetings and study sessions on YouTube in between bouts of cold chills. What I observed was a troubling pattern of disregard for honesty and disrespect towards citizens, the rule of law, and the influence of partisan politics. It has become evident that certain issues transcend the scope of a mere community art project. This realization prompted me to raise my voice, a departure from my usual composed demeanor. After discussing the situation with my family, we collectively decided to remain in Aurora. It is clear that true leadership entails making tough decisions rather than simply following personal desires. I look forward to the opportunity to address these concerns further in a different forum. Warm regards, S. P.S. There will be a new website.

Visiting the Graveyard in my Hometown and Addressing Fears I'll Soon Join the Party

Today I am thankful for a laugh. It didn't start out funny. My aunt visits once a week to use the washer and dryer. My new dryer broke just a few days out of warranty so we dried her clothes outside. While standing outside, she took me aside an said "I don't want to alarm you, but....." then she got silent. I pointed at the shed. "Are you worried about all the stuff pulled out of the shed?", I asked. "Yes.", she replied. "That happens all the time!" She advised me to chain the door. I've done that. The thief just tears the roof off. It's easier just to keep crap in it I don't care about so the thief can rummage and take what he or she wants. Again, I was advised to consider moving, especially after finding a full gas can in the mess. My aunt is afraid my ex-husband is going to kill me. I've been court-ordered to live here for another two years. Sigh.... I'm sure a judge would allo...

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