Hey look, 3 posts, 3 days in a row

Today is just another workday, nothing much to write home about. I think the simple fact that I can take a breath and sip a coffee at my office is probably something that I take for granted, after the dreadful years under ITP. With the exception of people I worked with closely, nearly all of those folks in Chicago were a bag of dicks. That business deserves to go under. Glad Summit got rid of them eventually. ITP rant, end.

So, why the hell am I back on this blog? I think the simple point is that I no longer have a Internet footprint anymore. I really should try sharing to some degree. The blog is a sort of therapy too. Dealing with that potato head of an ex can be stressful. It feels like a worthwhile avenue to try again. Coworkers have pointed out to me that my stressed out face shows around the same time I get batshit crazy emails, text, or voicemails from Tracy.  Far fewer than years past, but they still happen.

8 more days to live on $140. I miss the days when the routine did not involve checking my account balance on a nearly daily basis to make sure I can eat that day.

Happy Wednesday, people!

Wow, I need to shave.
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BPD

I may be wrong, but I can imagine this is what borderline personality disorder looks like.
I pray for my children when I am not around.

I wish I could say these kinds of rants are new. but I have been getting them from Tracy for years.
From a clinical standpoint, how can someone like me help a person like this, when they don't recognize their condition?

Brokeweek comes early

Abby and Jill are sitting at McDonald's with me this morning because we have nothing else to do to kill time for an hour after. They are hungry so I negotiate a deal with them to get a sandwich, and only get a cup for water. I sit there and watch them eat. Jill leaves her biscuit behind, so I snatch it off the paper and eat it. For the first time in months, Abby wonders why I don't eat with them at McDonald's, and also warns me that I am going to get sick if I keep eating and drinking their stuff behind them. She is right, I shouldn't, they have been coughing all weekend. I tell her that I really don't have any money for this food endeavor but I am not going to turn them down when they are hungry, so I cut corners and don't feed myself and clean up after them. I tell her we are being cost effective this way but she knows I am blowing smoke up her ass.

This is how the term "brokeweek" came into the Vincent family vernacular in 2017. We spend 106% of what we earn every month. I wish the bank site was wrong when it calculated that number, but it is spot-on.

This feels like a whiny ass post, Who am I kidding, it is. I get that. Some people have it way worse than me. Just reflecting on life as it is now, I hope that some day I can look back on these times and appreciate what we got through. I hope we end up in a better place.