hey. so how does building a headmate work? might do this. we need more alters to do more things because of executive dysfunction.
can people please send asks explaining how this works? i (host) am very curious.
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hey. so how does building a headmate work? might do this. we need more alters to do more things because of executive dysfunction.
can people please send asks explaining how this works? i (host) am very curious.
I'm so fucking angry! At the beginning of Feburary, our Father called. He informed us that we owed the IRS 4,000 dollars, and basically abused us over the phone and sent us into a depression/suicidal spiral. Our Mother didn't help. A subsystem that takes over when the Body is in danger of dying took over for an entire week. They swallowed the maximum dose of possibly expired muscle relaxers for four days in a row to keep the Depression at bay. Then we ended up with a kidney infection for said pills. Now, one full month later, I am communicating with our grandmother, who handles all assets of our Father. We needed special papers and shit because we're supposed to get dividends from a closed business, and a funded college account. *rolls eyes* But, today I ask her why our Father said we owed the IRS 4,000 dollars. She paused, and told us that when our Father CLEANED OUT our college fund, there was a small amount of profit going to the IRS. All we owed them was around 300 dollars. 300 dollars. That's it. Not 4,000. That 300 is coming out of our tax return anyway. If our FUCKING ASSWIPE OF A SHIT FACED ASSHOLE FATHER hadn't LIED TO US to scare us, and abuse us further BECAUSE HE WAS ANGRY WITH ME FOR QUITTING A JOB HE GAVE ME, I wouldn't have had a suicide attempt, or a depressive episode, or put my boyfriend through the pain of watching me 24/7 to make sure he didn't come back to a dead body. I fucking hate that man. So fucking much. He's a fucking asshole. I can't wait for May, when he "cuts" me off from my phone and car insurance. Good riddance. I don't need you. At all. -Emily
Its been a scary last couple hours :/