I Never Thought I'd Have To Write A Post Like This, But Here We Are.

I never thought I'd have to write a post like this, but here we are.

If your "feminism" excludes anyone or your definition of woman is reduced to a series of dna check marks, we're not like-minded.

I'm not interested in discourse and I will shut that down if it begins. So y'all can keep it to yourself.

But if you're using any of my posts to make a point even in that ball park, you're barking up the wrong tree. And i will tell you so - the politeness of which will vary depending on the kind of day I'm having and the severity of your infraction.

Just something to think about before you hit reblog.

I paid off the remainder of my debt with my savings today.

My original plan was to be debt free entering 2019. That didn't work out and I've been treading water until now.

I feel bad that I haven't stayed on track. I'm also sad that it's like everything I've been working for for years is up in smoke. I guess it isn't really, but it's definitely a set back.

I'm making sure I'm not a burden when i leave my job. And I remind myself when I'm getting really self loathy about it that he dug this hole this deep to make it difficult for me to pull myself out of. At best he did so negligently, at worst he did so knowingly and purposefully.

But the ugliness he created is gone now. My hard work did pull me out, albeit not the most graceful and ideal ways.

Now it's just a manageable bit off the credit card and I'll be officially debt free.

Today, he won't even look at me.

I am going through some of my old emails. I think I've started to hate him. Seeing even bits of these messages fills me with shame, which in turn causes anger.

How dare he make me feel that shitty about myself?!

Depression is hitting pretty hard. The last few job prospects were not what i thought they were.

My last paycheck will be November 15 and i have nothing to replace it.

My woman has already insisted she buy me snow tires, because I advised that I won't have the money to buy them at this time. This makes me ashamed. Especially since she has been stretched thin lately herself.

And a quick flashback to a conversation with my Father yesterday who helpfully reminded me that i "shouldn't be depending on anybody." Thanks, Pops, for the pep talk.

And i still have to go to this place for another 8 shifts. Once again, I'd like to ask why I have to be in this discouraging position while my shithead, incompetent, mysogenist boss suffers with none of it.

Not that it particularly matters, but that interaction with my boss was the last one I had with him. No good luck wish, no hand shake, nothing.

He hated me to my very core and I have no idea why.