I don’t even know if I want to laugh or cry anymore.

Just when you think you’ve hit the bottom, some asshole throws shows up with a shovel.

Things have gotten ugly here. So ugly, I can’t even really write it out in public.

Anyway. If I’m not here tomorrow, that’s why. I’ll have a guest post up tomorrow at Tyrean’s blog. (Sorry Tyrean! I meant to do more to generate traffic. But the best laid plans of mice and men and all that) and on Thursday, she’ll be here to talk about Starting Over with a new story.

In the meantime, can anyone tell me where I can find the reset button?

19 thoughts on “I don’t even know if I want to laugh or cry anymore.

  1. One of those “That'll show them” moves where the guy basically cut off his nose to spite his face sort of thing.

    Prayers continue for a solution and positive direction to your ongoing struggles.

  2. Thanks Terry.

    For those of you who are wondering what the heck he's talking about… I took down a fuller explanation of what's going on because I realized that as witty as the post might be, it might do even further damage.

    If you're really curious about what's going on, my e-mail address is mishagericke(at)gmail(dot)com. I might be able to reply.

  3. Misha if you find the reset button let me know…. I really hope things get better for you… I know how exhausting it is to keep dealing with trial after trial xox ♡♡♡

  4. After I published my comment, I remembered that one time when my daughter was in grad school that she didn't receive a check when she expected it. She was down to living on the staples in her kitchen. I don't mean the kind in a stapler. She had flour, sugar, yeast, and those sorts of things so she could make bread. She felt pretty desperate. Mommy helped.

  5. What you do is you break the shovel handle and stick the splintery end somewhere on (or in) the a$$hole. Your choice. 😉 You are stronger than you think you are. Sending best positive thoughts your way. *hugs*

  6. Hold on, let me warm up my time travel machine. Now how to get it to you… Hm. (The teleportation device is down…)

    Hey, I'm sending cheese. I stopped by Tyrean's already. Stay alive, woman!

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