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RL Peeves
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I think this is more than a peeve, but I need to vent.
We are a $1k short for the wedding. There were expenses that neither of us foresaw, and when I came home early today, I came home to a sobbing fiance, which I was worried because I thought she was hurt or something happened or someone had died. Thankfully, none of these things happened.
We’re seven days out from the wedding and she just did an accounting of our financials, as she’s the money-holder in the family because she has a head for math and I just kind of derp around with numbers(usually I just ask how much I need to drop into the joint account and then do it). Neither of us were aware of the expenditures that had been sneaking up on us. We thought we had everything we need to pay for paid for, but instead we have found out we were wrong on that one.
I’m just…mad. We’ve been struggling for the last year and a half to make sure this wedding as low-cost as we could. I had to fight on certain things because I didn’t feel that we needed them, that they just would’ve been nice.
I wish I could make more coherent words on this, but I’m just so goddamn upset. Not at her, not at anyone. I think that’s the worst part of it honestly. That even when you strive to not leave a massive footprint, a small amount of people(45 guests to be specific), an amazingly cheap wedding site and reception site, that we’re still far over the $10k cost that we had tried to keep it under.
I just feel defeated today.
I don't know what I'm doing. Poke at Seven Nations sevennations.aresmush.com port 2021
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Gofundme please? We all need to get you a wedding present, anyway.
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@IoleRae Ehh, I don’t feel all that comfortable asking for help publicly. I feel strange about it. I’ll think about it.
I don't know what I'm doing. Poke at Seven Nations sevennations.aresmush.com port 2021
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@Testament I’m not gonna say you should do it. I’m just gonna say, @IoleRae makes a good point about wedding presents.
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@Snackness said in RL Peeves:
@Testament I’m not gonna say you should do it. I’m just gonna say, @IoleRae makes a good point about wedding presents.
I’ve thought about it, for far longer than I wanted to. Another talk was had about the bills, which bills they are, and how we wanted to consider it. There is a much longer and in-depth story I may tell one day, but suffice it to say, I’ve far too stressed to tell it.
That said, I did take @IoleRae and @Snackness’ points to heart. And, yes, finally swallowing my own damn pride and instead eating some humility on the matter, I created a GoFundMe.
I should note, that I, in no way shape or form expect to reach the goal. But at the same time, the help would be, I admit, sorely needed.
My fiancé doesn’t know I’m doing this, because I know what she’d say. That she’d be embarrassed and feel guilty about it.
So here is the link for it. I’m going to say right away that whatever help people can share, thankful doesn’t really seem to suffice for a word. Regardless, thank you.
I don't know what I'm doing. Poke at Seven Nations sevennations.aresmush.com port 2021
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No stressful stories required. Happy wedding.
We can’t be there to hand you an envelope for the honeymoon, so this is just that, a little early. Try to think of it that way if you can.Maybe you could share pictures when it’s all done? Put smile stickers over everyone’s faces or whatnot for privacy, but we could see the dress and the moooooooooooooooon in action.
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When you overshare but it made sense at the time and look back and go ‘why’. It’s me. This is me. My peeve is me.
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I love our little community.
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@foksthery I bet a person could make a successful Patreon-funded YouTube channel out of traveling to antique stores, buying the Nazi shit, and destroying it on camera.
And if Patreon doesn’t cover it, I bet a person could make the world’s most spiteful killing by taking photos of the Nazi stuff before smashing it and selling NFTs of it to Nazis.
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Recurring tummy aches that painkillers don’t touch. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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@IoleRae So, I did not expect the response that I got. I had no intention of thinking that the goal would be reached, never mind reached in a literal day.
I can’t really put together the words to describe both my relief and my trepidation about having to had to ask for help. But at the same time, I’m just, so, so thankful for it.
I know that we all may not always agree with each other on various topics, but at the core of things, I’m glad that the people that come here are generally good folks at their core, willing to help other people that they have no met.
You have restored a slight bit of my optimism in humanity. And that I will eventually repay this generosity back when I’m able to.
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RAIN. ALL THE RAIN. IAN WILL NOT GO AWAY. IT REFUSES.
Yes, that requires all caps. I’ve had 5 days of rain where I live, with more expected tomorrow and maybe Thursday, and Ian refuses to leave. They are the guest that has more than overstayed their welcome.
This wouldn’t be a bad thing if I also didn’t generally get sick when it rains for extended periods of time. The barometric pressure kills my body and tries to make it think it is dying. It’s not. But the body BELIEVES it is. Also, it plays havoc on my mental health. There’s a reason I own a HAPPY lamp to stave off Season Affective Disorder. This many days with dark clouds puts me into a dark spiral of doom.
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Animals need consistency. If your work is in and out, don’t get an animal till you are steady. If you’re moving soon, don’t get an animal until you’re unpacked. If you’re adding to your family soon, don’t get an animal till you’ve reached a new normal with that dynamic.
I’m not saying don’t get an animal EVER.
But there’s a place and time. If you’re stressed all to hell with trying to take care of yourself then an animal won’t fix it.
I suggest instead you go visit your local shelter/rescue/friend and cuddle their animals for a bit then adopt once your life isn’t a tilt-o-whirl.
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I have very minor surgery tomorrow to fix a deviated septum . . .
So, it turns out this was a fucking lie. I’ve been nonstop bleeding from the nose like a psychic who’s tried to move something too big, except for when my nose clogs, and then all the blood instead fountains down the back of my throat for me to swallow and get an upset tummy.
And sleep? Well, I try to fall asleep propped up. But then somehow in the middle of the night slump over or reposition so that I’m just snoring appallingly for the rest of the evening such that even my intrepid SO has had to bail out to the air mattress because as they sheepishly admitted to me, they can’t handle watching the BLOOD BUBBLES. And whilst doing so, I’m over there swallowing all the blood. Additional upset tummy points.
I feel like the absolute most grossest entity to ever walk the earth at the moment, and while I can feel myself rounding the corner on this after 5 days in a row of nosebleed hell, I give this surgery a preliminary score of (Fuck You / 5)
…ahem. Sorry. I was holding that one in for a few days.
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@Solstice If it makes you feel any better, I had an extremely similar response, but my blood clots quickly so instead of nose bleeds I was constantly blowing my nose with the lightest possible pressure to dislodge red-black pebbles that were blocking my airway.
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AGH. But also yes. A bit.
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I was really looking forward to a trip for most of this year, but circumstances and logistics have conspired to make it so I can’t go, and I am sad about it.
I still want everyone else doing the trip to have a fantastic time, I’m just BLEh
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Finding out a MU friend who became a good RL friend, who attended my wedding and my husband’s funeral, now has Stage IV cancer.
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