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I hate venting about this shit but i can't even talk to her about it. She always turns it against me or lies and says it never happened.
You're OK to vent. And I'm glad you gave her the eviction notice - now enforce it if you want things to change. I realize that's likely a Rubicon-crossing moment, but if you want her out, know your legal rights and get serious. And tbh, sounds like you know she is going to keep stringing this out if allowed. Potential "years" might as well be never - and if she got a call for that place, she might find some reason or other why it's not going to work - ground floor, bad view, worn carpet, whatever.

And I'll add this: if you are waiting for her to "talk" about it, you may be waiting a very long time. You don't have to get her permission, and you don't have to care if she lies or twists things. Let her do it, say whatever - you don't have to get her on board with your decisions about your life; just keep going with your own goals - factual, legal, serious. Give a timeline, tell her what you are and are not willing to do, serve the eviction notice (or whatever is required to start the clock where you are), and follow through with what you said you will do. If she has a lifetime of disregarding you (and otherwise being abusive or taking advantage), stop begging for her to change: you have to.

Now, all that said, like I said before, this might be a no-turning-back thing to do. If you can't bear to risk that, then you're stuck worrying and putting your life on hold, and you should make peace with that. But you have more power than you think - so long as you get over asking permission.

Hope that's not too stark. But based on your comments, you're right where she wants you - unable to put your foot down without getting twisted and tortured about it, trying to preserve a relationship and unwilling to risk it...and that's to her advantage.
 
And I'll add this: if you are waiting for her to "talk" about it, you may be waiting a very long time.
We actually managed to talk at least about the gousing thing today. I know talking about anything to do with my life in the past is a pointless venture, but at least managed to achieve something.

She's viewing a few places and told me about others she has seen and that's progress i didn't even know of. Apparently she assumed i didn't want to know?

She tends to act almost bipolar: pissed off and picking fights one day, then fine the next. There's no way to know what to expect but i think me threatening to sell the house and kick her to the curb may have encouraged some action, even if she never told me about it until now.

I hope things work out and she can find a place soon so i can actually live my life.
 
I hate venting about this shit but i can't even talk to her about it. She always turns it against me or lies and says it never happened.
I get this. I grew up with one of those too. The only thing that works is going no-contact. It's difficult to do (although it was mostly Other People who gave me grief over it, not actually the process of extricating myself and walking away), but if you're willing, do it, the peace is profound. Your situation is bad, but when you finally offload her (by any possible means), just Do Not React to anything she does. And no, she cannot move back in, period. This takes some real guts because they will try every trick in the book to undermine you.
After you get her out (since she is not legally a tenant but a guest, eviction will not work) you might talk to someone about possibly getting a restraining order -- which is possible if she does certain things and you can document it. Find out what the criteria is in your jurisdiction. <PL/> lawfag </pl>
 
Having my first couple of brews since Easter, feels good, man. Those bavarians really know how to brew a good lager.
Got to pretend i am a normal human yet again tomorrow, meeting up with some friends in the evening. Kinda dread the public transit ride, i've been getting into so much shit on the train this summer and i expect tomorrow to be no different.
Apart from that i am just bored out of my mind, drug free since December last year and it's just eeeeeeh since then. Seems like all the shit i usually enjoy lost its luster. I turned so normie i even got a savings account now. I should stop bitching because everything is basically fine right now, i don't know.
 
I've been stuck in Waco for like two weeks in a job site. The actual work I needed to get done should have taken me less than 48 hours. The end user keeps running into problems. On top of this, their other site is demanding I show up in another part of Texas.

Even more insane, my old company keeps contacting me. They have shit canned/chased away so many field assets that they are scrambling to get resources to do basic work. But the HR of the old company still has a bunch of my personal shit AND these assholes had the nerve to send a threatening letter demanding I sign a backdated non compete contract that is so open ended, I wouldn't be able to change a lightbulb in my apartment or turn on a vacuum cleaner without their permission.

It's so stupid because they probably spent about $5k on that letter that wouldn't survive a day in court, even if I was retarded enough to sign it.

I still don't have fuck all in my apartment. In the month I've been working for this new company out West, I've been in Texas for four weeks.

I guess it's good to be busy. It's just frustrating.
 
Got into a public spat when my dinner companion handed a dollar to one of those overweight retirees who hang around fast food joints pretending they need it. Unfortunately, there’s no good way to argue that without looking like a monster, so I just sat there, seething, wanting to commit murder.

I didn’t, which is great.

I’m fueled by hate.
 
I visited this site because I was interested in the 4chan hack, what precipitated it and the fallout. I had already peak-trans'd so I was inured against all the funny not-women, but I seem to have become racist. Not like "I hate all black people always" racist, but I see some horrific crime happen in my state, scroll a couple pages down to see the perp, and think to myself "of course he's black".

Is there some kind of pill I can take to make me not racist anymore? I'd prefer to live in ignorance again. Even though the highlights in the african-american appreciation thread are hilarious.
 
Is there some kind of pill I can take to make me not racist anymore?
Best anti-racism policy for regular people might just be log off and don’t go outside for a bit.

I used to have no opinion on Puerto Ricans, and now after working with some Puerto Ricans who flirt like they're in the Navy, I just want to be far away from those people again.
 
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I'm tense. I had a confrontation with a black earlier that almost came to blows. He crossed a street to approach me, and by approach I mean he made a beeline for me until we were nearly face to face. I take a step backward, which he noticed and immediately began chimping out, asking what my problem is. I tell him what the problem is-running up on someone like that isn't smart. He keeps mouthing off, saying he simply wanted to ask how I was-likely story, given the rampant vagrancy and increasing crime. He must have noticed my glasses and thought I was an easy mark. Me, 6'1'' and about 230. Think again, monkey. He fucked off but I was on edge for a good hour after. I was ready to lay him out if I had to. Time to finally pull the trigger (so to speak) and get strapped. I don't need a permit to carry, not in NH.
 
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