I'm just overwhelmed with everything that has happened in the last 8 months. I almost died, my marriage ended, my dad passed away, my home for the last 18 yrs sold, and now my dog has cancer. I'm not sure how much more I can take.
Voldemort: You're getting money from an acct *I* worked hard to build. If you want to proceed in another way, you'll have to communicate in person.
Also Voldemort: I am not gaslighting you.
Not a peep about how I look. Nothing. I had so many comebacks prepared just in case.
My personal favorite was if she was to ask if I lost weight, I was going to say yes, 270 pounds and let her do the mental math on that one.
I have lost close to 30 pounds since I almost died in December. It must be killing her to know that I haven't ballooned in weight since Voldemort & I split.
The look on Cthulhu's face when she was forced to acknowledge my existence was hysterical. I will carry it as a flame of inspiration when days are tough.