I went a little crazy Wednesday. Maybe I went a lot crazy Wednesday. Insane, possibly.
I'm much, much better now. Sleeping helped. Ranting and raving helped.
By the time I finished writing my crazy Wednesday post, I didn't need it anymore. I post it anyway because it was good therapy and it helped. It also filled all the empty space with a text-based rage which is useful for evaluation and resolution. Plus, it kept me from wringing my hands or punching something. That post has now been replaced by this one featuring movie stills of crazy people re-enacting my ordeal in living color.
I also used the telephone on Wednesday and into Thursday. That helped immensely. It was wonderful talking to people on the phone that weren't affiliated with any credit bureaus or debt collection agencies. I forgot that was possible. It was lovely. I smoked while I talked and between calls. I like to smoke.
Now, I'm just sitting here and relaxing. Recovery is a gradual process and I'm gradually recovering from batshit crazy. I giggle a little bit every time I say that. Batshit crazy. That's crazy. Crazy like me.
2 comments:
I guess I just don't understand why your paying land tax on a house you don't own (or occupy) and rent for a space you do live in. Your prob figuring out the same thing, so enough of that. Unless it is subtracted from the total that GG has, then I understand.
Yeah, it's subtracted from my grand total with GG so it'll help in the long run. This will break your brain: I'm also paying the electric bill for that house.
I can not wait until the day when I am completely debt and obligation free from the family. Oh, no. I can not wait.
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