You know, one of these days I’d really like to write something all good in this thing. Every time things start looking up, something inevitably happens. I’m so sick of it. My mom sent me an email in the middle of the night last night, going back to complaining and guilting …
Well, the examiner situation finally got resolved, no thanks to anyone but me. Calle was finally approved the same day he wanted the finished paper submitted. We compromised to Friday lunch and I spent all evening, all night, all morning writing and editing. Sent out to Mario and Göran, Mario …
I feel like I want to cry and scream, I’m so frustrated right now. I contacted one of my old professors to be examiner and she sounded positive to the idea but now I get an email saying she can’t because my IDIOT supervisor is apparently trying to get Calle (my 1st …
The love of my life, my best friend, my furry baby…is gone. Worst day of my life thus far. Don’t want to talk about it, too hard. I’m a mess. Some other time perhaps. In other news, N has been shittalking me really badly apparently. So now at least I …
I completely lost my shit today. Worst day ever. Firstly, N announces, out of the blue, as he’s making dinner: “Oh by the way, Kim is on webcam just FYI.” Talk about having a ton of bricks dropped on my head. This made me so ridiculously uncomfortable in my own skin …
Where to begin. The Easter USA talks did not go over very well. Questions arose which made me decide to tell them all about me and N. Suddenly, the USA thing was forgotten and hours were spent on them yelling, calling me names and just really coming down hard on …
I don’t really know what the overwhelming/most common feeling is these days. It fluctuates too much, too wildly. Conversations are ongoing, good and bad. Yesterday we talked more about the first date with Magdalena and how it went, how it felt, what happened. It seems that it was pretty much …
Almost 8 years…over. Done. We talked and talked, back and forth, trying to figure out what’s going on, why things are so fucked up and ended up realizing for the first time (me, not him) that our relationship hasn’t been a relationship for the past 2 years. At least. He had noticed …
He left right before 7PM yesterday. I asked him, more than once, to just text me a quick msg to let me know whether or not he’d be coming home. NOT A WORD. Nothing. All evening. All night. Yes, he may have passed out. I get it, it happens. But …
That’s all I get. No questions asked. No discussion. No nothing. A unilateral decision. An expectation that I will accept this. That I will bend and compromise away all. Because, hey….that’s my role, right? That’s my position in all this. I am supposed to take what I am so graciously …