I was peacefully minding my own business having a meltdown when Marty walked in and said, “You know, you really need to be on some type of medication.”  He is so lucky I didn’t kick him in the nutsack. I couldn’t make my way through all the used tissues I had in my lap.   After all that work I did getting off my Effexor – he walks in, and just drops that.  The sad thing is that he’s right.  (I’d rather be eating glass right now than proclaiming he is right.)

The meltdowns I’m having are over things I used to get really, really ticked off at.  It’s sort of like being pregnant again, when I’d cry when someone would win on The Price is Right.  Now these things that make me cry just hurt my feelings, and make me REALLY sad.  Just can’t seem to get a grip.  So how about somebody else take the reigns for a bit so I don’t need to always have a grip? My knuckles are white and raw from 30 years of gripping.   As my therapist from a long time ago said, “keep your cape at home, or at least take it off now and then.”  Viper also repeated this to me yesterday.

I asked Lawyerboy a question via text yesterday, and he replied back, “MYOB”.  I age appropriately replied back to him, “screw you”.

Love,

damaged goods