WolfenWings

Shit's just hard, is all. My spouse and I are technically homeless right now. Our ex was breaking into our home, stabbed one of my cats to try to build fake evidence (that cat is 15 and has an auto-immune - she gets rodent blisters and is on medication now for it - but she was trying to say we weren't treating it, and we had, and her stabbing the cat in the mouth for a bloody picture of a cat that loved on her cause all that cat knows how to DO is love, so.. yeah.) - when someone stabs an animal, they will not hesitate to hurt you too. So we sold our house. Had to. We weren't safe. With everything being stupidly expensive and both of us come from extremely abusive families (my spouse was raped by a family member, and that family to this day protects the rapist - yes, AMABs can be raped too), plus the fact that I am getting my memories back and realizing my mom also trafficked me as a child? Yeah. So it's fine. We're still surviving, we have shelter, we'll be okay. Bouncing back, that's all. Also I may have cancer. I went from 2 'nodules' in my thyroid to now there is 7 at last count. My doc wants a biospy, but no insurance at the moment - and fuck signing up for Medicaid. I don't need my info going to this fascist administration. The goal is still gtfo from the US. I still want to make things, but keeping alive is the most important thing right now. I'll be doing more of the lore I figured out. We'll see. I still have a stalker on my ass though. One who needs to get the fuck out of my life, honestly.

Woohoo! Now I promise, I'll get on that next-post-about-X and the others soon! Sorry, just, I got a lot of stuff up in the air.