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Just had a meltdown in the trailer park. Yelled and broke a coffee cup, splashed coffee everywhere.
Still sleeping on the porch, it's cold, my teeth have been hurting and I can't makeart or do anyrhing else I used to like. If I could off myself easily I probably would.
You said a while back you had a chat with a neighbor and feet better. Are you still talking to them?
Are you able to help clean up the trailer to make it more inhabitable? Or will they take offense to it.
It was just a small idle chat because I was out weeding at the time.
It's okay for us to clean the trailer, but we just can't throw out anything, and there's a lot of stuff.
We've got one room completely cleaned, but the other one is dark, making it hard to see. Both are almost completely without electricity. It's mainly just boxes piled up and black widows throughout. I know I need to make progress on the room before it gets truly cold, but I feel mentally stuck.
I'm so embarrssed and ashamed for losing my shit earlier. It's like I have no control when that happens. Nobody needs a lunatic living next door. I wish I could live in seclusion -_-
Living on the porch has GOT to be stressful. Please tell me you aren’t in a snowy place in the winter?
It is very stressful, especially coming from a more rural area. It doesn't get too snowy here, but it does go down below freezing in the winter months. I'll just have to get that room cleared one way or another.
Thanks for the interaction. Things are feeling less nightmarish than earlier.
Ignorant people are trying to tell me chocolate is okay for dogs.
Scientifically speaking, NOOO!!!
Edit: When my defense mechanisms kick in, I'm unipolar. I will defend my dog as much as he defends me.
What??? I’ve known about chocolate and dogs since I was a kid.
Oh, I cussed that motherfucker out when he said that shit to me. At the moment he has 11 dogs of his own, and it's like every 2 or 3 months or so he tells us either one of his dogs had a litter of puppies, or that one or more of his dogs died and he buried them in his back yard. Wonder fucking why?... 🤬☹️☠️
And yes his house is absolutely filthy! I'd report his ass to the cops for animal abuse, but one of his neighbor friends he regularly visits is a cop, and they live so close that the cop can hear his dogs barking practically all the time, so my hands are tied..
We only have one dog here, and he's well cared for. We'd never knowingly feed him anything that isn't good for him, he's fixed and vaccinated, regularly bathed, doesn't have any fleas or any health issues that we know of.
I'm sorry but not sorry for my little 'rant' here, but that shit just ain't right, yet I can't do anything about it. 🤷♂️