Yesterday after work i was so deep in my head that i missed my turn on the way home and ended up in Avon....so i went to the grocery store i like, and headed home. I did not take my usual after work walk around the neighorhood. It's become a routine. Come home, get changed, suck down some water, go for a walk, come home, make dinner and eat in front of the television. I've been binge watching "Tell me Lies" and i only have 2 episodes left. But rather than sit there all night i cleaned up the kitchen and went through my bills and taxes. Joy. But i filed yesterday so at least that is off my mind for another year. I want a second job. The problem is taxes. If i get a second job to have wiggle room in my budget i get thrown into the next tax bracket, paying more taxes.......which in effect, makes the second job me working for free. What kind of set up is that? As a single woman with no property or investments, i get fucked with tax...
I blocked him on everything. I literally hate that all it takes is a text from Bill to shake my world up. Over what? Some short, average-looking male who can't even get a hard on? Because that is the reality. And if we are talking about personalities? He's the one that choked me out unconscious after i specifically told him that wasn't something i EVER wanted, due to enjoying the brain cells that i have left. But he crossed boundaries, and i let him, and kept going back for more mistreatment. I still don't understand completely why. Well, my head does - dopamine hits from very little effort on his part because of that whole withdrawing affection deal that i'm so used to because of how i was raised. That was a run-on sentence for sure. I sent him that message, which i don't regret, and i predicted his response and was completely correct. An emoji. Because he is the do the least man, he's the man that thinks women wan...