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Further adventures of "fuck René over" include..
Now I've given my laptop to my husband, as he BROKE his having a GOD DAMNED tantrum.
He still, SEVENTEEN FUCKING YEARS into this marriage, has NO FUCKING CLUE about how broken I am, and keeps fucking ACCUSING me of feelings I don't have.
FEELINGS, for crying out loud.
I have to explain my goddamned self to him every fucking day. EVERY FUCKING DAY.
I have expressive difficulties. Sure, I'm sweetness and light online, but in real life, my voice has this weird edge to it, and my face does weird shit when I'm not looking. I have to CONSIOUSLY, every single day, PUT A FUCKING MASK ON so people won't think I'm mean.
My own fucking mate doesn't get it.
I am so alone. Isolated. No family.
Fuck bad management. Someone's gotta be the boss, but there's a good way and a whole bunch of shitty ways to do it. To all the managers who want empathy from their employees but lack it themselves, FUCK YOU. To all the managers who want loyalty from their employees, but don't show any loyalty themselves, FUCK YOU.
Oh, yeah, my boss is the same. Sweet, nice, but the knife in the back does happen.
EDIT: oh yeah, I just nuked my FB account. So, I'll be back on here a lot more, as there is NO WHERE ELSE where anyone seems to care.
Thank you, friends.
Fuck the rest.