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#i mean maybe if she just wasnt so useless in v/8 i would have accepted it but she just sits in the manor half the time
schnees-and-schnugs · 2 years
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Genuine question: what's left for Weiss' character after this, like, as in character development?
I understand she has some stuff left with her family (hopefully at least), but I really don't see anything about her that can be built upon.
Not trying to be a downer, just genuinely want to know what y'all think and if I'm missing something or just looking at it too cynically. I don't think I can handle more volumes of her being annoyingly smug and self assured.
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Because Reddit is having issues this is my submission to Malicious Compliance. Mostly so I can copy paste it later
Hello reddit, today I will tell you a tale of romance, betrayal, and smipublic streeking.
(WARNING THERE IS A LOT OF BACKSTORY FOR THIS SO ITS A LONG POST)
I don't go here much as I usually watch RSLASH and /Start and tend to prefer to lurk rather than post (unless its to promote my youtube) but I thought you may like to hear this, so here I go.
I don't usually put my real name online but some people may know me as LadyAzimuth (hi guys!)
I am 23 and my mother and I have always had a rocky relationship; by which I mean that she was mentally abusive to me and physically to my older sister back in the day. Now not to be rude but my mother has always had some mental problems which is why I ignored a good amount of the BS she did.
When I was young and spending the weekend at my father's i spilled some fries witch ketchup however and immediately began sobbing and apologizing for making a mess and going into full panic attack mode. My father calmed me down and asked me some questions which made me come to the realization that I was being pretty heavily abused by my mother.
Couple that with the many MANY years of physical abuse (I was bi in the late 90s and early 2000s and it wasnt legal to marry where I am until 05 so I got my ass kicked alot) and that made the perfect cocktail of dependence and silence.
My mother would constantly tell me I was being dramatic when I was heavily suicidal, dumb when it turns out i am dyslexic, and a cry baby when I would have anxiety attacks. Of course that all stopped when she got diagnosed for almost everything I have.
This may seem like useless information but I need you to understand why I act the way I am in this situation.
Now I have always been obedient. When her mother died i was in my teens and ended up having to raise my 2 younger siblings while my mom and stepfather were in a different city (will be referred to as L henceforth for privacy )
I ended up doing worse in school (I was already having issues because COULDN'T READ) and having to give up doing karate which was the closest thing to therapy I had. I had gotten a few awards for rising through the ranks quicker than others and my teacher thought I could have been a teacher in a few years time if I had continued the way that I was.
Now note, I never asked for a thank you. I believe that you should do your best to help other when they need it and it is ridiculous to demand thanks for it, but I do expect the base level of respect.
My mother only respects herself and her reputation.
I was working at a famous Canadian coffee shop (the one from the memes, you all know what one) for 2 years and I and everyone else was abused for years at it. I stayed longer than 70% of the people working there. This place was the worst. AC didn't work in the summer and it got to about 45 -50 degrees in there, of course we weren't allowed water breaks.
This place also did not want anyone to ever log their injuries. My friend logged a slip that resulted in her being in a hip brace and they cut her hours from full time to 1 4 hour shift a week for it. It was because of this and my being used to being abused that I didn't log a injury I got while trying to open a stuck fridge door.
I have bad knees so I ended up having them lock up while I tried to yank this door open underneath the deli counter causing my kneecap to pop off and my leg to collapse causing a v shape going outwards with the knee. I can't explain it well, but suffice to say, knees do NOT work that way. This is an injury that causes me pain almost every day of my life now, and because I was bullied into not recording it and it was almost 2 years ago now with everyone who was there having quit, there's nothing legally I can do.
I ended up leaving that place when an older lady who had been written up 7 times and not fired dispute almost attacking customers numerous times, screamed at a customer I was helping causing me to have a panic attack. I went to the back and was having a breakdown when she stormed in, threw the clipboard that holds the schedule at my head and punched a bookshelf beside me. I knew nothing would be done, so I left.
It was freeing for all of 5 minutes. Like a weight off my shoulders. Like when you're in a car crash and when you open your eyes, it was just a fender bender.
And then my mother demanded rent.
I had already paid my rent for the month (it was only about the 5th of April) and she was demanding next months rent "just to be sure"
Of course the next month comes around and she demands more rent, even though I paid in advance and went into debt to do it.
This was the beginning of the end.
My stepfather told her she was being ridiculous and to drop it so I could find work. And she did, for a bit. Now I currently live in K. K is a largish city that's only an hour away from Toronto on the 401 and even with the minimum wage being 14 an hour in Ontario, you still can not afford a 1 bedroom apartment in the ghetto here off 1 persons wages.
On top of that there aren't enough jobs to go around. Every single interview I've gone to has had no less than 5 other people to interview aside from me and that's on the low end.
So I've been jobless since April.
Fast forward a few months and my mother and stepfather break up. She and him had been together for 19 years and she has been cheating on him for 7 moths with her vocal instructor who is also a mutual friend of theirs.
They decide that they want to co-parent as to not disrupt the children's lives. Which would be acceptable if that was the case and not just a cover story so the kids don't worry.
The truth is, my mother sold her share of her company because she (like a whiny child) couldn't get along with her.
I mean admittedly she is a plastic prep who never grew out of it but I digress...
So she sold her part of the company and is taking payments of about 1000 a week for 2 years I think?
Rather than putting this towards the rent, shes been spending money like it's going out of style.
Since then she has bought a grand fucking piano which she's still making payments on, a whole ass horse and is paying for monthly board for her. She eats out nearly every single day and drives across cities numerous times a day in her giant gas guzzling ford truck.
To top it off, she attempted to ride said horse before properly rehabilitating it (it had been neglected and underfed so she was antsy and none of the saddles fit correctly) so it threw her.
Kali, I love you, you beautiful mare you, but you sent my mother to destination fucked, and I don't appreciate it.
She landed on her ankle, shattered it, nearly twisted it off completely and broke the leg bone clean in half. She nearly lost the leg due to infection and 15 months later we are still looking at about 10 more months of recovery if all go's well.
Now just because we live in Canada, doesn't mean this is a cheap endeavor. In fact my step father had to double his workload in the business he owned to make up for it, and the household is still having some issues (I'm not saying we are broke, because the lights are on and everyone is comfortable but we have to live by the dollar at this point.)
So money has been coming up a lot recently and has been another way to demean me and manipulate me and make me feel like trash.
The money is the reason why she want's to co-parent, because otherwise she most likely would not be able to support herself with how shes hemorrhaging money and cant work. (Physically she can, she just would prefer not to and to go out every day and night to party and bang her boyfriend. Did I mention she still hasn't legally divorced my father and still has his last name?
So a week to the day that they made the separation announcement, she gets my stepfather to tell me for her that I have to leave.
Because she wan'ts somewhere to sleep that isn't the couch.
And to "help me out" I could sleep on the couch until I find a place and maybe my family from L can help.
My family who most live off of welfare and minimum wage jobs in the shit end of town.
She didn't tell me when I was to leave, despite me asking her, I assume it was because I can be pretty scary when I am angry and screaming, I'll admit. I learned from my stepfather that I had to be out within the week.
I have to leave, with less than no money because my mother cheated on my stepfather.
Some people wounder what they are worth, money wise. I found out I am worth 500 CAD and some middle aged balding white man dick. How lovely.
So of course I have a total melt down. My friend took me in for a few days because I was on the edge of suicide and still am and couldn't be in the house anymore.
So I've contacted my family in L and am making arrangements to leave and its been a week to the day. Things are slow going as I find someone who can host me on their couch until I get on my feet so I'm on borrowed time.
I got frustrated as since then my mother hasn't said a word to me and has pretended I don't exist so I asked her what the hell she expected from me and how she could act like this.
I got this response. "Just take your shit and go"
OK.
I have a large room, most of the rooms in this house are large so its quite a bit to pack but I've got it more or less.
(Pic here The Packed Room )
In said room I have a lovely wooden bedroom set given to me from my grandmother before she died, as it was in the bedroom I always stayed in when I was at her house. There's a bedside table, bed with a nice head board and a large vanity with a huge mirror.
I never had anything as nice as that before grandmother so I made sure years ago with my stepfather that when I move, its going with me.
On top of that, i have a large old desk that used to be in the office before my stepfather upgraded, a TV which was gifted to me, 8 bookshelves that I saved from being tossed years ago, lovely purple blackout curtains with black flowers on them and a matching lamp and a leather futon couch which is actually quite classy and a PS4,3 and 2. (she occasionally games so I know she's been eyeing those)
I know my mom. I know she wants everything inside of here and will fight tooth and nail for it. But not only is everything in here mine and the accumulation of years, I have my stepfathers permission to take everything, because it is mine.
Take my shit and go? Ok. I will. My friend's grandfather is offering to store my stuff in his empty rooms because he is the kindest old veteran you'll ever meet. I'm taking EVERYTHING.
NOTHING will be left behind.
I hope she enjoys sleeping on the floor because I know for fact we don't have a spare bed.
And as I'm just taking my shit and going, Ill make sure to not tell her about how the very large window super heats the room in the summer at 3 in the afternoon and is almost as cold as the outside is in winter because it was never properly installed. I'll also neglect to tell her where the window leaks when it rains to put down towels so mold dosn't start growing. I'll neglect to tell her about how the wifi doesn't reach up here most of the time so she will have to wonder if her tech is broken.
Unrelated but she REALLY cares about what other people think and that's why I had the thick curtains.
The week is up in a few minutes so I took down MY curtains. Because I'm just taking my stuff and going right?
So I hope out neighbors don't see my chubby while butt undressing to sleep. I used to sleep naked.
I think I'll do that tonight.
TL;DR:
Mom gave the sacred succ to a person she shouldn't have, kicked me out with no warning, so now her one legged ass will be sleeping on the floor of the fancy room she traded me for and will have to answer questions to the whole cul du sac of middle aged upper middle class stuck up moms that she runs the community facebook page for about why her daughter was giving the neighborhood a strip show.
Also she may freeze / sweat to death before she figures out the window is fucked.
Will update once I'm gone about her reaction. Thanks for reading and remember:
Some times you just gatta do what you're told lol.
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