Tyteaux
@vicada.bsky.social
Federally nonexistent by executive order; they/them on state documents. Writer, crafter, parent of 5, spouse and office drone. Your neighbor and coworker. Your fellow American until this morning. Probably making fish sticks for dinner if you want some.
My ex-husband's friends when his widow (wife 2) hits them with the truth nuke that he was actually very abusive: Pat? Really? No, I can't imagine...he'd never... Me, being told a story where he fractured her skull, choked her out, and then bought her a Subaru: SECOND VERSE, SAME AS THE FIRST.
My best duck (oldest, biggest eggs, protector of the others, the queen auntie) went out swinging last night to protect a crippled drake who got carried off regardless. Miss Dolly, her name is Mango. Plus Mikey, if he limps up. Her eggs are good for baking.
#witing Thing I learned today: ashes and elms look the same time the untrained eye. It literally comes down to width of bark separation, leaf alternation, and smooth vs serrated leaves. If this sounds meaningless to you, cool. If you're writing something tree-heavy (druids or mystey), yw.
The sigh that just escaped me upon seeing my state's governor is the #1 trending topic on here could have powered a wind turbine. No, I haven't looked yet.
If you warn her, you're the crazy ex. If you warn her, she'll cling tighter. If you warn her, he will use it. He wants nothing more than for you to warn her what he's like. All you can do is hope it really was you that was the problem after all. ...but it wasn't.
Listening to Deuteronomy 19-24 today. On gods, nothing has driven me further from Christianity than reading the Bible.
Currently explaining to my very skeptical 5th child why hot rice and cold fish is the single best breakfast humans ever created.
Teenager who thinks it's a great idea to steal my phone to play games on AND LIE ABOUT IT is going click on the wrong chat/doc/pic/tab one of these days and age 10 years in 10 min. Here there be monsters, child.
My 17yo just got caught with a teacup full of my rum on his bedside table while in a state that involved getting woken up multiple times to come up with a better lie. Ok. Alright. You're gonna drink like me? You're gonna work like me.
MISSING: a chunk of my forearm, half (?) of my phone case, and a reason for the bruise in the part in my hair. Happy St. Paddy's, all.
Looks like the cistern I thought had been abandoned on my bug-out property was two (what were hopefully) dog houses (for human sized dogs) cut out of a 3k DOLLAR CISTERN, so we're back on the Doing Strangers Laundry For Monay game.
My laser printer may be dying and the man who bought it for me as a 1st anniversary present died 6 weeks ago and I CANNOT HANDLE THIS RN.
Listening to this anti-vaxxer hair stylist rant about getting kicked out of her medical assistant program for not getting her Covid vax. "Politics shouldn't keep someone out of a job." Sorry, if you don't understand medicine, you don't get to do it. Nobody trusts a chef who thinks trout is a bird.
New revenge tactic: being as nice as I can to my abuser's parents and widow. Smoothing over conflicts between them. Being empathetic and supportive. Making your other victims love me.
Listening to the Bible again. Numbers, mid-20s to early 30s. I...don't get it. If my father treated me and my brother as differently as differently as men and women are treated here, I would say he was no father at all. Why would anyone want this?
My kid was showing me some dumbass animation tonight and the line "Sleep is the child of death" happened. This PTSD addled former psychotic with slept apnea and general crippling insomnia is no longer ok.
I've been trying to figure out how to be clever and demure about what I'm working through right now, but the truth is that my ex-spouse/the reason I have PTSD hung himself in his garden shed last night and I'm working on getting our two teenage kids through this. I may post some angry shit. Sorry.
Do you have any idea how big of a mess you've left for the rest of us to clean up, you asshole? There's going to have to be insurance companies and lawyers and everything. People are already fighting over dumb shit before the coroner's even done with you.
If anyone ever reads through my timeline and thinks "Oh, hi, queer socialist Dale Gribble", please know that my paternal grandmother's maiden name (despite actually being the child of a close "family friend" according to Ancestry) is actually Shackelford. I AM THE REAL RUSTY.
The good news about the clear death-spiral-of-the-planet weather we're having here in Colorado is that the ground should be soft enough to bury a cistern for the nuclear bunker any day now. So...that's a plus.
Having to send breakup texts to both your psych med nurse and your therapist and cancel your plan with a platform that saved your life just because some corporate numbnut decided to you were changing insurers is a perfectly American hell.
1. I can only eat protein-dense things, and only small amounts. 2. My SIL got a big-ol wheel of brie for Tday lunch. 3. Few other people at this party liked brie. 4. Brie is my current food fixation. 4+3+2+1= My diet for the last 36 hrs has been just brie and rum. I am a king. I need no country.
My 16 yr old to my 13 yr old: WHO IS "PUSSY WHORE" IN YOUR PHONE?
Had to buy eggs for the first time in close to a year because one of my layers got sick. IT'S NOT THE SAME.
You don't hate me because of how much I drink. You don't hate me because I say cringey shit. You don't hate me for what I do or think or even am. You hate me because you've always hated me. You're a crazy bitch who'll always hate me. You're a fucking psycho and I'm done listening to you, Vic.
Really, it's my fault for looking at Nextdoor in a fascist-heavy city.
On god, I don't know how y'all are out here dealing with the stress of existing in humanity on a public level day in and say out. My best friend, MOH at both my weddings, just texted me for a third day in a row and that's my afternoon panic attack sorted. I. Cannot. People.
