OH MY FUCKING LORD WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT
I was thinking more "trans woman's corpse after the paracetamol overdose kicks in".
So Daniel did end up murdering her for real. Rip Becky
One of the stereotypes about BPD is “crazy in the sack,” though this is usually only true in the initial phase, which is why we get such powerful starfish energy here.
It's always the eyes with Becky.
Damn, I thought that baby's flat head shape looked familiar!
This is the woman that likes to roleplay as a pubescent daughter during sex.
Disagree. Cuckson couldn’t get a better wife. He couldn’t get any woman at all. The man is a lifetime supporter of fetlife lmao his triad is Becky and his own right hand. Wonder if he got a tacky ketubah for it.
IDK. I mean, if she starts directing her BPD rage onto him (instead of Daniel or Sam) than I could see Jackson eventually getting fed up & packing his bags - if only 'cause calming a hysterical Becky down takes away time from his gooning sesh. & out of everyone in the polycule (Becky notwithstanding), he seems the least attached to Hannah.
This is her big ol' fuck you to said safety net. She'll have to keep upping the fuck-you level since her dumbass parents seem to be ride-or-dies. Making them suffer proves to her that they really love her, but she's gonna have to keep upping the ante. Halloween is probably going to be a time of many horrors.
He seems to prefer his own hand, and it's not like she's good company. There's literally no upside. She's mean to everyone that isn't the newest dick, she proudly doesn't do any household labor, she spends money they don't have, she fucks her "husbands" so rarely they needed a doctor to intervene, and she never leaves her bubble or does anything so she can't possibly make interesting conversation. She can't even make pseudo-interesting conversation because mirroring someone requires active listening and some level of agreeability.
There aren't "several UK countries".
The only thing I'll give her, is that if I'm understanding correctly; she doesn't drive, so she can't just hop over to whatever county library to do stuff, and God knows she isn't poor enough to take public transportation (or even figure out the schedules). But seriously, especially if you have your old one; I need to renew my library card, okay, is all this the same, yes, okay, here you go.
This was the 1990s, and I grew up in a very rural and poor area. The only people I knew who had Internet in their home were dudes who were tech nerds; three people.
Man, when I read the first sentence, I had a moment when I genuinely thought Becky finally realized she had a strained relationship with reality and extreme outsized, histrionic reactions to even the mildest conflict….
