Property management wont do anything, hope I can talk sense into them before the floorboards rot and cave in.

That seems like a pretty compelling reason to do something. I’m not a lawyer, but maybe keep track of your correspondence with them…and then, when the floorboards cave in, sue the fuck out of 'em for not doing their jobs.

Also, my holidays are fine. It doesn’t feel particularly festive.,.and I’m overwhelmed with the support I’m getting…

Everything’s okay at the moment I guess but mentally I’m floundering. I keep waking up screaming from night terrors and when I’m awake I keep wishing the building collapsed on me. I hate this holiday so much. Tired of going through it alone and tired of seeing everyone so fuckin happy. Tired of having a bad Christmas every year. Tired of my traumatized ass. Tired of everything.

Nothing specific, just my general dislike of the holidays and seasonal affective disorder.

I had a lot of dental work done last minute to max out my dental insurance before yearend. So I won’t be able to pig out on the holiday dinners with a temporary filling and crown on one side of my mouth. Also taking some antibiotics for an infection in one of those fillings and it’s messing up my gut and causing bowel issues.

Could be better, could be worse. No SO to celebrate with but some family, nothing overtly stressful other then the usual work bullshit being annoying. Still need to wrap things and really don’t want to.

That supremely sucks… there’s probably already mould growing. Have you thought of how electrical outlets can accidentally cause fires?

I live on an island and getting between cities is shitty if you don’t have your own vehicle. The only direct options are a relatively cheap delivery van “bus” or an overpriced actual bus. It’s nicer and easier to take a ferry to the mainland, bus over to another ferry terminal, take the other ferry back to the island and ‘bus’ from there. It costs maybe $10 more and an extra hour or so, but it’s so much better then squishing into one of those vans and breathing peoples farts for six hours.

On a heavier note, my Grandma’s dementia has gotten pretty bad so we can’t spend the night an their home any more.

Oh no!!! I’m worried about you breathing mold!

Does anything come up when you search “ tenant union”? They might be able to help, if so!

Yeah I’m not doing bad physically but mentally for sure. I always celebrate Christmas with my brother and his girlfriend and my dad and his new girlfriend, and they leave in the afternoon. I don’t have a gf. Which means every year on Christmas I get to feel a bit less and finally a bit more alone then usual. And because I’m alone for the rest of the day that sucks.

My partner made a suicide attempt Monday night. We had been fighting, and ended up going to different rooms to cool down.

I came SO close to waking up the next morning, finding her in the living room, and realizing the last thing I had said to her was some stupid, petty comment.

We’re both ok physically. But honestly… Neither of us is doing great emotionally. I feel so powerless. I’ve been watching her mental health crumble for months, wracking my brain for anything I should do differently. Any possible way I can help. Instead I just make things worse at every turn. I can’t help but feel like drove the love of my life to suicide, and even now that her attempt failed I don’t know how I can be better.

She says it’s not my fault. She says a lot of things. But of course she doesn’t want me to blame myself right? She loves the absolute fuck out of me. I don’t know. I still can’t convince myself I’m not chiefly to blame.

I missed Thanksgiving because my mom tried hiding her illness from us while we were out of state and she was home alone.

I only found out because my neighbor asked me why there was an ambulance at my house…

I don’t blame her or anything for the Thanksgiving. And because of all the amazing help from friends, neighbors, and family, I’ve never been more thankful in my life.

However, watching your mom inch so close to death and pass out in your car on the way to the hospital does something to you at 17. No matter how much support you get from others, you can’t shake the realization that you are completely and totally helpless.

For those wondering, my mom is doing much better! It was scary at the time, but with proper care and lots of IVs during her hospital stay, she pulled through.

Tl;dr: mom became deathly ill on Thanksgiving. She luckily made a nearly full recovery though.

Edit! Happy holidays to all you miserable and non-miserable fucks! :)

I live in a van. It’s pouring rain all week. My van is leaking inside. I don’t have a home. someone was fucking with my van while I was at work last Monday and they punctured my tires. I just bought brand new tires. I cannot afford more new tires. I caught a common cold a few days ago and had to miss work because we deal closely with our clients. now my boss won’t let me come to work for 2 weeks. That’s two weeks of pay I will not get. I’m dying. please send help. This cuddly rainy weather everybody is cuddling. Everyone but me. everyone else’s happiness reinforces my isolation.

My mother passed away a month ago after a 7 year fight with cancer. Her last weeks were horrible, and her last few hours were incredibly painful because she didn’t receive any morphine for various reasons (pharmacies were shut, she preferred to be at home rather than in a hospital, medical response team couldn’t find a vein, etc.)

The only saving grace right now is that she’s no longer having to go through that pain. I know that, given the choice, she would’ve chosen to go a lot earlier. It would’ve been much less painful, she (and we) could prepare, and it would have left her with some dignity. When I think about her situation, I find that I’m just so angry for so many reasons at so many people - family members, her consultants, the doctors that (didn’t) attend to her when she was in hospital and in dangerous conditions that could’ve been prevented. I’m even angry at myself for so many different things. I have so much rage built up in me right now, but I know my mother wouldn’t want me to be so angry. So many regrets, so much sadness, so much shit. I feel like I deserve punishment for everything I’ve done wrong (‘wrong’ by my own definition) over the years.

I dont want to hear that I “shouldn’t be angry” at family or myself. I can, I absolutely should for all the things they have and haven’t done, and I will. I don’t want to be told that I did everything I could, because frankly, I could’ve done more. I want to be angry, I’m fucking allowed to be, and I wish people would fucking stop telling me that it’s okay because it’s fucking not okay.

My biggest regret is letting go of her hand when the paramedics came. That is something that will stay with me for the rest of my life. She was so fucking scared, and I fucking let go.

I hope everyone else enjoys their holidays with their families.

Same as every year.

That sucks your apartment flooded, but depending on what state you’re in you might be able to do something about it. Some states have laws that allow you to “repair and deduct” emergency repairs. Meaning if your landlord refuses or doesn’t answer you, you can pay to have the problem fixed yourself and then deduct the amount you paid from your rent payment.

https://www.findlaw.com/realestate/landlord-tenant-law/how-does-a-tenant-use-repair-and-deduct.html

Both of my parents died this year and now I’m about to spend my first Christmas alone. It’s a little heavy NGL