Snowflake Christine Milneaux - Munchie who came here to sperg [PM sneasel if you wanna do a proper OP on this tard]

I think he trained me extremely well, or I trained him; I'm not sure which. Yesterday he suggested that I should wear a white or light pink period costume and carry a lace parasol when I walk so that I would look like Ginger, his wife on My Time at Portia. I couldn't even articulate a response, I was so happy. I feel this extraneous detail is relevant; in the game Ginger is chronically ill with Mysterious Fictional Disease, and she and I share many of the same quirks, like constantly apologizing for being too ill to do housework. She can't go outside during daylight and so takes long walks with her brother at night for exercise, which sounds a whole lot like lupus to me. She has this whole questline where she gets sick and dies at the end. I feel as though if he were tired of this aspect of me, he wouldn't surround himself with it by marrying video game characters who act just like me and then asking me to cosplay them.


That's just fuckin weird man.

Have you considered he's trying to make you into a game character because he likes the game more?
I have my wife in my games, but she's a reflection of her real self, not the other way around.
 
That's just fuckin weird man.

Have you considered he's trying to make you into a game character because he likes the game more?
I have my wife in my games, but she's a reflection of her real self, not the other way around.
That was my thought as well. I can't imagine my husband asking me to cosplay a wife he created on a game. The side eye would literally sprain my eyeballs and you'd best believe my ass would be packing a bag ASAP. That's some next level creepy shit.
 
He suggested I wear the dress and parasol, and I said I would happily pick something similar out and wear it if he'd pay for it. He did, and then I suggested temporarily dying my hair a slight auburn to match her red hair. He enthusiastically agreed. Photos coming at some point, I've no doubt.

And honestly, how is it any different when he gets obsessed with a character as when I do it? A couple of years ago, I rather "low-key" wanted to be Cinderella circa 2015. He bought me a $400 Cinderella movie gown and took me to curl my hair.
 
He suggested I wear the dress and parasol, and I said I would happily pick something similar out and wear it if he'd pay for it. He did, and then I suggested temporarily dying my hair a slight auburn to match her red hair. He enthusiastically agreed. Photos coming at some point, I've no doubt.
Have you asked him about getting Botox and fillers to maintain a youthful appearance? You don't want to wait too much longer to start on that, 30 isn't that far off.
 
I was asking from 23 onward. He has flatly refused. I even found a place in Mexico that was decently priced. Alack. Nothing doing. He said, in the joking way that he does, "You already had botox in your legs as a child," the silliest excuse he could think up.
 
Percy just HAD to contract the brain fevers in the one room in the house with a secret floorboard. What an arse he was.



You absolutely missed the point of the literary reference he was making. How the fuck any Victorian weeaboo does not read Conan Doyle is beyond me.



Because you’re desperate for any attention, good or bad? Any person paying attention to you, even just to insult, seems heavenly because you lead an intensely boring life...hence all the plastic flower crowns and cheap costume corsets worn on the outside of polyester frocks, because to uneducated people like you, there are only two kinds of fashion: Modern and Old-Timey Days Of Yore.

Are we leaving this thread up in hopes she might get more entertaining? Because i doubt it. I wasn’t aware KF did a service for munchies by jerking them off in their self-made attention threads.

She only sounds like Joyce if you mean the letters Joyce sent to his wife about his farting fetish.
Agreed, nobody pressed 1. Typical infant.
The victorians knew the real antidote to malingering. It's like "Three Men in a Boat". Find yourself dwelling on imagined symptoms and medical books, GTFO and do something outside. Remember your can opener, but get out into fresh air and life. Even the Vics made fun of malingerers with the vapors.

Wanna wear a flower crown? Go to SCA or ren faire or victorian reenactment on weekends. Girlfriend, get a fucking job and have something going for yourself because expecting to die before maturity doesn't always work out. Ask old punks. You are old enough to get a life and it may make you happier. Good luck with Gnomie, I'm outta here.
I'm not going to keep editing my posts every time I think of something new.

With malaria a patient gets extreme fever and chills. A symptom of malaria is jaundice because the Plasmodium parasites break open RBCs which causes hemolytic anemia. HGB products become bilirubin which the liver needs to conjugate in order to make it water soluble for excretion. Jaundice is the build-up of unconjugated bilirubin. Jaundice not caused by liver disease or hepatitis is often caused by a hemolytic anemia of some sort. Some species of Plasmodium turn your pee black. Christine, you do not have malaria. Please stop googling medical shit, surfing webMD, and stop watching Grey's Anatomy or any lame brain medical drama for Christsakes. Leave the diagnosis of disease to your doctor and the laboratory personnel. They have the expertise and training.

I swear that those writers of Grey's Anatomy are idiotic monkeys on keyboards. Factor VI deficiency? Since when did scientists discover a new clotting factor? Gave an A+ patient AB+ packed RBCs? How is he still alive? I hope that was plasma and not packed RBCs. If you did a IS crossmatch, there would be a very strong reaction, buddy. I would rather stare at walls all day than watch medical dramas with glaring inaccuracies!

As a medical professional, you munchies make me sick to my stomach. Please do some real research on the diseases that you are trying to appropriate. Pretending to be a person with a chronic illness or disease is just as bad as a geeky, friendless, pasty white weeaboo who thinks he is Japanese. Medical appropriation needs to be a thing now.

Get a real hobby. What about taking up writing on kindle direct. You could write about a heroine dying of TB in the Victorian era. You can make big bucks writing your dumb fantasies on the kindle.
If you “like” that type of medical disinformation, you should watch the NBC show New Amsterdam, especially the one with the CF patient who skips her pancreatic enzymes. The one where Max, the medical director faints on the dock is particularly noteworthy in that regard, as well as the one where he gets a G tube.

P.S. You may be late to the party, but I’ve enjoyed your contributions.
 
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I was asking from 23 onward. He has flatly refused. I even found a place in Mexico that was decently priced. Alack. Nothing doing. He said, in the joking way that he does, "You already had botox in your legs as a child," the silliest excuse he could think up.
Mexico? We're not talking about plastic surgery. Go to a dermatologist.

You don't really need his permission. His money is your money. Asking is just a courtesy.
 
He suggested I wear the dress and parasol, and I said I would happily pick something similar out and wear it if he'd pay for it. He did, and then I suggested temporarily dying my hair a slight auburn to match her red hair. He enthusiastically agreed. Photos coming at some point, I've no doubt.

And honestly, how is it any different when he gets obsessed with a character as when I do it? A couple of years ago, I rather "low-key" wanted to be Cinderella circa 2015. He bought me a $400 Cinderella movie gown and took me to curl my hair.
There is a major difference. You want to cosplay. He wants to invent a living doll that he can fuck. He clearly lives the majority of his life on line and he gives you zero consideration outside of what he wants. The mere fact that he invented a wife on a game and wants for you to fulfill that character as though you, yourself are nowhere good enough tells us all we need to know. I don't know what fantasy land you are currently inhabiting, but it has no resemblance to reality or anything approaching a normal, healthy relationship. I'd feel bad for you, but I don't know if you're trolling or if you're really this deluded.

Y'all, seriously, is she for real? If she's a troll just taking us for a ride, then well done. m'lady. If she's for real, then damn. She's been failed at every possible level.
 
You don't really need his permission. His money is your money. Asking is just a courtesy.
If only I were that bold; I'm not. After reading so many hateful stories on Borderlines with addictions to both drugs and spending, I decided to at least make an effort to try to avoid that road, late as it may have been for all the other remaining BPD pitfalls. Therefore, since literally week one of our marriage, we worked out that I'm to receive $40 a week allowance (and anymore, all of it goes to MMJ) to spend however I wish, no questions asked. Any money I earn is mine to do with in this manner as well, barring huge purchases. The rest, I have to ask his permission because it's money he earned. I'm already needing to try very, very hard not to ask him to spot me my next bag(s) of edibles every week because I don't want to be an emotional and a financial nightmare to him.
 
Any money I earn is mine to do with in this manner as well, barring huge purchases.
If you earned the money, why can't you spend it on what you want? What does it matter if the purchase is huge if he isn't paying for it?

You could have just gone on welfare if you wanted the life where you can't save up enough money to buy anything big and end up spending all your money on weed.
 
Hmm.. I don't feel deprived. Most of the time, I get whatever I ask for. I just feel rather bad about asking for too much. He just redecorated my bedroom twice in the last 6 months.
 
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Imagine being a sugar baby to a daddy who gives you all of 40 dollars a week. Wow thanks daddy, I can get my nails done and like, almost half a hairstyle! Or one dinner at the Olive Garden. Not both.

Considering she spends it all on weed (arguably the opposite of personal upkeep) and doesn’t even have to fuck the gnome, I guess it’s technically a pretty fair deal.

I just think our buddy Tina oughta shoot for the sugar baby stars before hitting the hopelessly ancient age of 30! You go, girl!
 
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