So for all thatās going to hell in my life, at least insurance covered the hospital bills for my miscarriage. I mean, wouldnāt that be salt in the very, very large wound that is my disaster of a life.

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So for all thatās going to hell in my life, at least insurance covered the hospital bills for my miscarriage. I mean, wouldnāt that be salt in the very, very large wound that is my disaster of a life.
Texas has passed a humiliating law that requires fetal remains from abortion or miscarriage to be buried or cremated
Under the new rule, hospitals, abortion clinics, and other health care facilities are prohibited from disposing of fetal remains in sanitary landfills. Instead, they must finance cremation or burial of the remains. Texas made this clarification in response to outrage about privacy concerns.
So, looks like Texas really hates women.
Honestly is this even that bad I mean just because you had an abortion doesnāt mean that you shouldnāt have to provide for a proper burial for the fetus I donāt understand why this is such an issue
Besides the fact that whatever a woman wants to do after she chooses to have an abortion should be her choice, since it already CAN be an unpleasant/ traumatic experience for some after the abortion (but not all) and thus it would, what I would assume to be obviouslyĀ unusually cruel to drag it outā¦ā¦: they also are pushing this law for miscarriages. Which women have no choice in whatsoever in the absolute slightest.
It a big issue for a reason.
So, Iāve had one of each (at 9 and 5 weeks). I am honestly not sure how I could have a cremation or burial when the embryo or fetus is that tiny and often passed when you go to the bathroom. My miscarriage at 5 weeks, I wasnāt even sure if that was my baby in the toilet. It looked like a slightly different clot. The abortion at 9 weeks I noticed just because I happened to look closely in the bathroom, but it didnāt feel any different than a clot passing it so I wouldnāt have noticed otherwise. So I am not even going to get into the financial and serious emotional distress this this would put someone through because I feel like everyone else is covering that pretty well (though I can confirm that it would be way beyond awful for different reasons in both scenarios), but the logistics of it donāt even make sense, unless Iām seriously missing something here.
Edit: Ok I actually read the whole article now and it seems like it would only apply to surgical abortions or D&Cs. Still fucking awful in every way, though.
When people with virtually no financial obligations and massive safety nets try to act like they are so, so poor and we have it so good and are so rich.
At the end of the month, we are $30 in the hole. Every month. Except on really good months where we break exactly even.That is with not one penny going into savings, no cable, the cheapest internet, the cheapest phone plan that I can have with my businesses, virtually no eating out, making most meals from scratch, and living in a beaten up fixer upper that barely functions as a house, but that we canāt afford to fix even a little bit. We havenāt even spent one freaking night away on any sort of trip or vacation even in town since our honeymoon 2 years ago. And we desperately need a vacation after the last 12 months or so that weāve had. All of our medical and vet expenses from the past year are on a credit card, which I hate but itās not like we could pay for them any other way. And I have a lot of health issues about to rack up a LOT more in bills.
Of course, a lot of these people who act like we are so wealthy and greedy (what because we have 2 fucking degrees we canāt use, or my husbandās job is salaried and not hourly?) are often the same fucking people who complain about our ācrappyā house/clothes/lack of a life/the fact that we eat mostly rice and pasta/lack of human children.
Do people not have any grasp of how much things like a mortgage or a car payment (which we didnāt want to have but my car died before we were able to save for a new one, and we are not lucky enough to be able to survive on one car, especially not a gas guzzling old truck that is about to fall into a million pieces) cost? Or all of the renovations and babies and vacations they think should be a part of our life? If you do, then you know why we are broke, and if you donāt, you can kindly shut the fuck up and give google and a calculator a try.
You know, if someone who was in a similar situation or has had a similar experience wants to talk, then fine, sure, whatever, but if not, itās really not your place to judge. But if you really want, Iāll show you our fucking budget that I maintain every month where I track every single penny that goes in and out of our bank accounts and you can see for your fucking self. Because I have gone to people for financial advice many times to see if thereās something weāre missing, some way to squeeze a few more bucks out of our pay and the answer is always ānope, nothing left to cut, you just need to make more money.ā As if itās that simple, too.
But if you are still living at home with your parents or have had all of your housing expenses provided for you, or if you have never actually paid for a grocery trip yourself, or if you have a significant other who buys all of your meals and all of your vacations and date nights, or if you have a safety net larger than we could ever dream of making in years (which Iām not attacking you for having, just saying that you likely have no concept of what our financial situation looks or feels like), then you can kindly go fuck yourself before you can fucking dare tell us that our house looks cheap and crappy (which is not only stupid and rude, but also kind of offensive because we went through hell to get this house and are fucking proud of that, even if it needs work) or that we are being greedy and entitled when we are looking for jobs that pay enough to cover the bills and maybe, at some point in the future, allow us to have a few hundred dollars in a savings account. Itās not like weāre ever retiring, so thatās not even a fucking factor here.
I have had body image issues pretty much forever, but this is, I think, the first time I have ever seriously considered not going somewhere I really, really want to go because of how I look.
Fucking terrified to put my fat ass (actually my ass isnāt that fat, itās my hips and belly) into a fucking bikini, and I canāt afford any other swimsuits aside from the ones I already have. So if I go, Iāll be the fat, ugly, lumpy and awkward one that nobody likes anyways.
Weeee.
Crippling depression can really put a halt in productivity.
I have so much shit to get done this week and Iāve spent most of it eating and watching Enterprise again.
Non-vegan: wow look at that happy dog!!!
Non-vegan: aww that kitty is sad
Non-vegan: rats get lonely make sure you get more than one!!
Non-vegan: what do you mean cows feel fear when they're slaughtered animals don't have emotions lol dumb vegans
One bug, two bugs, three bugs, four
The bugs just fuck and eat so thereāll be hundreds more.
So after watching the Martian in theaters a while ago (like when it was first in theaters), and probably after watching Interstellar too many times in general, I had this dream that took place on Mars except the planet was being terraformed and was clearly in the later stages of that whole process and there were colonies living there and trees and it was snowing and it was really fucking pretty.
Usually my dreams are ridiculously mundane that they have basically zero effect on me after I wake up but I had this dream months ago and I still think about it all the time and how I want a painting of it and a tattoo of it and a movie made about it and a book written about it and also I want to live there.
The point here is, someone get the fuck to work on terraforming Mars and someone else get working on freezing me for a long time or giving me the ability to travel into the future when all of the cool stuff is going to happen (or the world ends, which means no humans so Iām cool with that too).
Do you ever decide you donāt want to wear pants anymore so you start to take them off but then get lazy/distracted and an hour later realize youāre just sitting on the couch with jeans around your ankles?
Some musings.
So I donāt keep friends around very long. Iāve gone through a lot of friends, especially when I was younger. Now that Iām older I go through them just as quickly, except in smaller quantities. Iām an angry, aggressive person and I hold people to impossibly high standards and getting people out of my life is rarely difficult.
But there is only one person that I actually still wish I were close friends with and that I regret ending a friendship with, and itās very weird for me. Itās been like 7 years since weāve been close and I still sometimes have dreams that weāre hanging out and stuff.
On a related note, one of my current closer friends is probably on his way out. My assumption is that me fighting with his girlfriend (who is a rotten person) didnāt go over too well, but heās been quite the shitty friend lately and Iām kind of over it.
And a part of me wants to be all like āyeah get rid of toxic people or even just mildly rude people love yourself and shit you donāt have time for that crapā but at the same time cutting people out can get lonely. Iām not even a particularly social person but having no friends or even having my husband and nobody else kind of fucking sucks.
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I donāt even fucking have somewhere I can go to be alone and kill myself.
I guess thatās one of the benefits of moving.
Fuck. Everything about this is like being in high school again, except there I had my own room and could fail at attempting suicide in peace.
Opening this pin so I can figure out how to clean the mess my father made in my car, so I can sell the damn thing.
We are fighting until every cage is empty, not until every cage is comfortable.
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Iāve basically convinced myself that having this house finally, the house weāve been working on getting for months and have been put through hell for, will basically not feel like itās been worth it.
And somehow my life will get worse once we have moved in. I donāt actually know how my marriage is going to survive. I donāt know how we are going to afford all of the work this house needs. I donāt know how my business is ever going to get off the ground. Iām such an ugly, worthless sack of shit nobody will take me seriously. I donāt know if Sam, Bruce and Dax will like the new house. I donāt know if my relationship with my dad will ever get better. I donāt know how the fuck we will ever be able to afford human children, if we can make the marriage work. And even if we could Iām convinced thereās probably not a worse candidate for mother out there. And a part of me knows that some of this is probably me being too negative or whatever people are always calling me. But that doesnāt actually make anything better.
So I want to sit around in bed all day and cry, ok.
I actually got some good news yesterday. Like, the first actual good news Iāve gotten in months. And I guess I donāt even know how to handle it because I donāt actually feel any better. I need to do laundry and start packing up all of my shit that Iāve scattered around this house, I need to work on an order, I need to probably shower or something that makes me look and smell less like a disgusting piece of shit, I need to start planning for next week. Next week Iām buying a house and I get to fucking get the entire place cleaned, painted and ready to move in to all by myself because my husband works and everyone who said they would help has basically fallen off the face of the Earth. No amount of free beer or cupcakes can bribe people to be my friend anymore. In high school the cupcakes worked. I suck so hard now that cupcakes plus alcohol donāt work.