Her husband has to be shitting himself that he and he alone is tasked with handling the brunt of Bex's untreated mental illness and personality disorders. Every moment must be spent giving her attention, every dollar must be spent doing things she enjoys, every meal must be cooked with her in mind, every household chore must be performed with her well-being as a primary consideration, and if you spend too long taking a shit she will come unglued because it's proof you don't love her because you lock yourself away from her just when she needs you the most. You light a candle and she screams that you're trying to hurt her because blah blah muh autism. Every waking moment of his life is spent dealing with her psychotic behavior if he doesn't have a backup in the house to even the load.
Come on now, Jake Alley is the best possible person to offer advice on workplace issues. A gigantic man-girl who's never held a proper job and spends his life surrounded by his failed games in his mama's basement knows everything there is to know about labor laws in California. Bex is in good hands here.
I really suspect her inability to get off Twitter contributes to her needing to job hunt so often. She's tweeted and retweeted at least 80 times in the last 24 hours. Once every 20 minutes.
Part of the Rebecca shtick is that she insists that gamers from "the chans" are out to get her and she recites claims ranging from the e-mail spam to someone stealing hers and Jackson's SSN and trying to ruin their credit (like they aren't doing a bang-up job of that by themselves) to actual attempts at breaking into her apartment (that claim dates back almost two years now, when she was trying to tug-of-war for GamerGhazi's attention with Wu). She pulls out the email thing pretty regularly without any substantiation when she wants sympathy asspattery and to remind people of the EVIL CONSPIRACY to destroy her (which in reality is a handful of pepes that press her buttons on Twitter, the occasional "laugh at the crazy bitch" thread at KiA when she says something particularly dumb, and well... us).
