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princessbethoc · 3 years
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I haven't been on here for aaaaaages but it's the only place I can come and freely claim my bragging rights over outwitting my family.
So, almost two years ago I did an Ancestry DNA test. Sounds fun, right? Would have been if it didn't say my grandfather isn't my grandfather. My grandmother spoke of an incident in which she was attacked by men. My "grandfather" let slip that he had somehow wronged a woman called Lizzie Lindsay and she had sent sons, brothers or nephews, or a group of them mixed, to punish him. He says he was in prison when they showed up and they attacked my grandmother instead. My grandmother said he stood aside and told them to take her instead of him. When I asked who Lizzie Lindsay was, he said she was related to his brother's wife's father. When I asked again a month later, he and everyone else claimed not to know of any Lizzie.
Well, tonight I found her on the 1911 census. I know who she is. And who she is, and the men she was related to, fits right into my DNA results. I know. It took nearly two years but I found out. I don't know who my real grandfather is, but I've narrowed it down to a group of men.
My triumph is that I'm one of the few people in this family who has managed to prove they're lying. It's a tough achievement and, despite the horror show involved in it all, I'm taking that as a win, both for me and my grandmother - because they maintained for the last year of her life that she was either confused or lying. She wasn't. I'm not. We can take a small win.
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princessbethoc · 4 years
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I can't sleep because this absolute horror show of a family I'm stuck with has me so stressed out.
I'm so tired of it. So tired of them. Tired of being thrown under the bus, of being accused of doing things it has never even crossed my mind to do, of always looking over my shoulder.
Family: nothing but stress, 0/10, do not recommend.
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princessbethoc · 4 years
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This was (left to right) Ozzy, Buddy and Skye today. No intention of sharing the sofa. None at all.
Dad’s drunk and being a major asshole so… anyone have some cute animal pics to share?
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princessbethoc · 4 years
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princessbethoc · 4 years
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Excuse my terrible handwriting but I got a tablet today. It has a pen. I was sceptical about being able to write with it but oh my god, I'm actually liking it...
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princessbethoc · 4 years
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princessbethoc · 4 years
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Reasons people don't wear face masks:
Asthma (my brother)
Autism (me)
Allergies
Eczema on the face
Eczema behind the ears
Ear problems
Anxiety issues
That's just a few.
I never have been able to stand anything on or near my face - that's why I rarely wear my glasses (I accidentally left them in Ireland and I'm not bothered about getting them or replacing them), why I almost never wear hats or scarves, why the sun has to be splitting my head before I'll put on sunglasses. I couldn't even stand the collar of my school shirts coming too high, and I couldn't have them buttoned to the top. All of these things make me incredibly uncomfortable and anxious. I wore a mask to get blood taken a few weeks ago because I was essentially forced to by practice staff, and the feel of it on my face, over my nose and mouth, restricting my field of vision, pulling on my ears, made me shake and feel sick.
Don't assume everyone going without a mask is stupid or uncaring. Yes, there will be some who fall under the category of "irresponsible," but have a proper think about it. Some of us just can't. Engage the brain before you dish out the comments like "if you're not wearing a mask you're stupid/don't care/irresponsible/a terrible person."
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princessbethoc · 4 years
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princessbethoc · 4 years
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Hypothetical question:
How offended would the farmer be if I burned out the rapeseed field behind my house?
😂😭🤧
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princessbethoc · 4 years
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Today has been a hard day.
My mental health team decided they want to assess me for autism. That's not so bad, I guess, because if it turns out I am on the spectrum it will at least explain why I find some things so difficult. I'm just dreading the whole process.
My friend in Ireland died today, leaving his wife and two kids of 7 and 14, and I probably can't afford to travel for the funeral, even if I were to be allowed to under the Covid rules. I lived with him for the best part of two years, I live part time with his mother and the whole lot of them are like second family to me, and I can't be with them.
It's been a horrible day. A horrible week. A horrible year, if I'm honest. It just seems to be one thing after another.
I realise I'm probably screaming into the void here but I had to get it out somehow.
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princessbethoc · 4 years
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I have haemochromatosis and iron overload (also metal illness)
I have iron deficiency (metal illness)
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princessbethoc · 4 years
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the NYT's commitment to objectivity is really commendable. they actually managed to find a reasonable, middle-ground position on drinking bleach
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princessbethoc · 4 years
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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (TV 2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hilda Spellman & Zelda Spellman, Edward Spellman & Hilda Spellman & Zelda Spellman, Ambrose Spellman & Hilda Spellman & Sabrina Spellman & Zelda Spellman, Spellman Family - Relationship, Zelda Spellman/Mambo Marie, Zelda Spellman/Mambo Marie LaFleur Characters: Zelda Spellman, Hilda Spellman, Sabrina Spellman, Ambrose Spellman, Edward Spellman, Prudence Night, Theo Putnam, Mambo Marie, Mambo Marie LaFleur Additional Tags: The Old Country, Young Spellmans, Backstory, kind of?, 18th Century scenes, more characters will appear - Freeform, Young Zelda - Freeform, Young Hilda Summary:
Three centuries is a long time to hold a grudge. Unless, of course, it’s against a Spellman. Perhaps that’s the true price of a long life.
She no longer stalked the corridors. She stumbled through them without a destination. Up and down stairs, walking these halls for what must have been hours, her footsteps echoing too loudly. Everything echoed too loudly. She never heard a thing only once – it all reverberated through her memory, for decades and centuries, and there were things she could never forget.
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princessbethoc · 4 years
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My brother's girlfriend's dog (wee thing, arse practically scrapes the floor she's that short) loves me. Loves my mum. Loves practically everyone. Will jump into your arms to be carried. However, I have seen her take a dislike to someone (my mum's ex, massive dickhead) coming into the house and OH MY FUCKING GOD SHE WAS POSSESSED BY A DEMON.
In fairness to her, the guy she decided to hate is indeed a massive arsehole, so at least she's a good judge of character. Nobody has ever known her to behave like that with a human.
So yeah, wee dogs...cute until they turn savage.
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princessbethoc · 4 years
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Everyone, meet my jar of jars. His name is Jar Jar.
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