Warped Gratitude Blog

Today I am thankful for the advice of an old man.  I've had a chronic cough for over a year. I thought it was asthma.  I've been working for a California HMO over the past 14 months, they've been promising me health insurance. It never comes to fruition. I've been waiting to have my asthma re-evaluated. At least I thought it was asthma. I started fainting at the gym at the age of 28.  The docs told me it was exercise induced asthma and gave me a prescription for an inhaler. I never filled it. The breathing has gotten worse. It got to a point on Friday that I started to wheeze and cough with activity. I had overbooked myself on Saturday.  I had hypnosis clients and promised someone I'd go to a Democrat event. I pushed myself. When I went to the political event, it was more crowded than a rave.  I'm not joking.  It was at a café which was smaller than my living room.  There must have been eighty people there. I went in and spoke to a cou

Today I am thankful for the realization that I have to lawyer up.  I've decided that I can no longer deal with the attorney who wanted me to capitulate to my stalker.  All that did was make my ex more brazen.  The lawyer didn't want me to make my ex mad. The problem with that is...well..my ex always seems to be raging unless he's in front of people he wants to influence.  Anger can be a manipulative tool. He's nice if I do everything he wants, too. I don't have time cater to him any more. I'm tired. The level of hostility and his aggressiveness scares me.  One would think that it would have leveled out five years since the divorce was finalized.  One would think that if I didn't push to collect child support, he'd be nicer, too. It's getting worse.  He sends me vile messages while demanding that I answer mediation paperwork.  I have NEVER seen paperwork from the mediator or my lawyer of record.  He's either lying or

Today I am thankful for my Grandmother's wisdom about flies and vinegar.  Today around 3:15, my ex-husband demanded visitation with "his" girls on Friday. He hasn't seen them for nearly three years. I'm very concerned about his mental health due to some of the bizarre, reality bending things he emails and texts to me.  I received several today calling me a liar. He'll tell me that I made up the stalking (despite the letters and emails I've saved). I'm sure the police department has records of all of the phone calls.  I've been stalked in front of politicians, a psychiatrist (who was friends with the mayor) and several friends.  His family harassed my colleagues.  It's not a secret. My ex will tell me that I got him fired because I asked for video footage of a stalking event in July 2015 .  Yes, my ex-husband had a video camera in the living room that piped into his work cell phone.  It recorded all of our private conversations as

Today I am thankful for free time to ponder the content of my subconscious mind.  Typically, I don't get time to think. Today I did. I awoke, this morning at 5:00 am. I had two dreams.  Not an important dream that will change the world but a dream that will help me understand the root of my romantic dysfunction. Dream #1: In this dream, I am sitting on a public bus.  There is a large man next to me but I cannot see his face as it is blurred out. Tom is sitting across the aisle from me.  He reaches out for my hands but has an evaluative look on his face. He asks, "how many relationships have you had since I left?"  "Three", I hesitate before asking, "Am I supposed to count you in the number?"   "Yes."  "Oh...four.  There was this guy I tried to date a few years ago but it didn't go very far."  He looked at me with those intently inquisitive eyes, "How many years has it been since you've be