its like. weirdly eye opening being Out of that relationship. like i realized for the past three years ive put 100% of my energy into being A Good Girlfriend. i’d automatically tense up when he got home from work bc i knew id have to be his therapist for several hours while he yelled about how much he hated work/his mom/his friends until he got high enough to sleep. every day.
and he never asked how my day was when he came home. he never gave me a hug or kiss when he walked in the door, unless i asked him to (sometimes repeatedly). and im realizing. i deserve someone who wants to know how my day is. who will give me a kiss even if work put them in a bad mood. someone who will not direct all their anger at me in the name of venting.
im not a therapist anymore. im not ~the cool girlfriend~ and im surrounding myself with people who genuinely care about how my day went. and its SO fucking nice
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google photos gave me one of those "remember this day" things and it turns out I took the same photo 6 years and a couple weeks apart (↑ 2022 ↓ 2016)
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can’t tell if I’ve posted something like this before but
the inherent fantasy and yearning for a Star Trek future when you’re someone who’s chronically ill and dealing with a particularly bad flare — something about the fantasy of being beamed into a starfleet medbay, given a hypospray, and feeling all the pain, discomfort, soreness, and all other flare symptoms melt away as futuristic utopian medicine makes you healthy again, maybe even getting rid of the chronic illness altogether, and being comforted by a softspoken doctor who will hold your hand and stay beside you until even the lingering exhaustion fades
*yearns*
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I find it a little funny (in a bleak way) that I have cried more at my current job than my last when my last job was determined to be a “toxic and hostile work environment” through formal investigation
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