chaotic tired

On top of that, mail carriers:  -have wages that top out at over $30 an hour (and their wages go up in predictable steps based on how long they’ve been with the USPS) -have excellent benefits, including a shit-ton of vacation time, plus a pension, and they can retire after thirty years

But they also have one of the oldest, biggest, strongest unions in the country. That must piss off Republicans so much. 

Also, side note: they take zero taxpayer dollars. They’re entirely funded by postage. 

My parents are separated and are set to have a divorce. He decided to cheat on my mom after almost 21 years of marriage. For an entire year, he emotionally traumatized my whole family, apologizing for the things he’s done and telling us he would never see this woman again. He said he would go to counseling. He said he would pack up all of his things from the girl’s house and move to a neutral place for a few weeks. He made promise after promise, but they all fell short.

He lied to us and suddenly told us he was going back to her. He did this repeatedly over and over again, around 50 times or so. But this isn’t the end of what he has done to harm my family. There was a time last year where he physically assaulted us by throwing my mother and me on the pavement and viscously twisting my sister’s arm behind her back, hurting all three of us. He yelled at my sister and me that he never wanted to see us again. Everything I used to see in him had vanished. He was no longer the man I once knew.

My mom has been a stay at home mom since I was young and is now one for my little sister, which has unfortunately prevented her from working. He was the provider and brought in money for us, but now he officially is no longer a part of the household. Due to this, my mom, little sister, and I are struggling because we can no longer depend on him. Luckily, we are on food stamps and have basic insurance for our medications and doctor visits, as well as a little bit of social security which is used completely for rent, utilities, and basic necessities. I have a job that pays for my car payment, gas for my car, and my phone bill, but that’s it.

However, my car recently broke down and I have no extra money to fix it. I’m trying to figure out a way to get another car or to try and fix the one I have, but for now, I have no way to get to my job, which means no income coming in for me either. In addition to all of this, I owe my college around $150 to be able to register for classes again, after dropping out last year to care for my mother post-surgery. He did not help. Everything was up to me. She’s much better now, but with that, I’m behind in college.

As expected, my depression and anxiety have worsened over the past year and I’m at a loss. I’ve been seeing a psychiatrist and counselor to try and manage this, but that can only do so much. I desperately need some help while I try and get my life back together.  So, honestly, anything helps. I completely understand if you can’t donate, but if you could share this to get more exposure I would greatly appreciate it. Huge thanks to anyone who decides to send any money my way! It truly means so much to me and my gratitude cannot be expressed enough. Thank you so, so much.

B o n u s :

i wonder if they knew

- I can’t let you do this. 

P.S. OP none of those lovely ladies ‘were once men.’ They were just once told that their gender was determined by their genitals and forced to behave accordingly. Fortunately, they’re way stronger than you and broke free of that to live as the gorgeous women they always were. 

(unless any id as genderfluid or bigender of course)

daughter: hey this thing you do bothers me very much and i wish you wouldn’t do it

Because if that’s what you’re used to, you can grow up wrongly believing that this is what sympathy is supposed to sound like.

I have, numerous times, talked about having a bad day, and had a well-meaning acquaintance tell me how much worse their day was, honestly believing that they were being sympathetic – that telling me how much worse their day was would somehow make me feel relieved, or grateful, that my day wasn’t as bad as theirs.

Of course, it did not make me feel better. It made me feel like my experiences were being trivialized, and like my feelings were being invalidated.

I know these people weren’t trying to be cruel. They truly just didn’t know better. They thought they were empathizing.