Incarnate!? Where the hell are you, bro? I thought you were going to update us a few days ago.
I'm here. Sort of. Things have been (generally) great. Me and my girlfriend are spending a lot more wonderful time with each other, I'm back on my keto diet, I'm STARTING to lose some weight again, and work is... well, work. I like my coworkers and the job is easy if boring.
Right now, though, today, I'm more than a little pissed. Pretty damn well livid.
The ex got home and ignored my 15yo autistic girl when she tried to get her attention. THAt caused an epic level meltdown, to which the ex just... drove away. So now I have a very upset, very strong, self harming 15 year old girl freaking the fuck out, and it's 100% my ex's fault.
She has not washed a single dish dirtied by me, nor washed a single article of my clothing, in well over 2 years, even before we separated. And yet here I am, elbow deep in her fucking moldy coffee mugs and rotting food that she took out of the fridge on her days to take care of the house, and guess who has to get it clean so that the behavioral therapists (who are mandatory reporters) don't file a complaint with Child Welfare Services? Fucking me.
And yet, *I* am the shit parent. *I* am the one trashing the house. *I* am the one who "doesn't have a clue" on how to run a household or take care of my kids.
Maybe she should just fuck back off to Texas, to where her piece of shit partners are, since she can't even be bothered to get off the fucking phone long enough to acknowledge her daughter or even flush the goddamn toilet when she's done taking a piss while on the phone.
And she has the -audacity- to freak out at me that the house isn't clean enough for her on her days off and then lock me out of access to the bathroom we share, while freaking out that she's "tired of living in a hallway". Well, she was given the option of a room that I wouldn't have to walk through, and she declined because she wanted easy access to the bathroom and didn't want to move her shit, so guess what, it's something she has to deal with. Besides, how do you think I feel? I have some crazy bitch living in my hallway.
I. Can't. WAIT. Until her ratchet ass moves THE FUCK out. Then I can have my house and she can slum her way through life and blame everyone else for her lack of a soul.
Maybe being exposed to someone who is actually a good person who has their shit together has made me angrier than I should be, but goddamn, my blood is boiling.
In other news, I got a dope lego set for prime day. The MCU Avenger's Quinjet. I'm gonna put it together tonight, I think. IDGAF how old I get, Legos are always going to be awesome.