Moving Forward Slowly Every Day
Fresh loaf of Italian bread with fresh crushed garlic and basil to go with a stew made by new roommate Will utilizing all sorts of veggies, broth, and basically yummy stuff so the fridge is getting cleared out.
The apartment has started feeling a bit homey. Michael's gone and that makes me sad, but Will feels like he's going to make a good roomie AND assistant which we can develop to a good roommate situation that will create a healthy life.
--> So I put this aside to go watch The Muppets with Will and had a really good night discussing things and eating freshly baked bread with fresh veggie stew only to just now get a psychotic email from a past psycho and my response as an open message follows <-->
Like mouldy hate filled bloody bile mushrooms an email exploded like a piece of firey rock hard shite from somebody I used to know. Every so often he crawls out from where ever he's hidden himself in order to act like a dementia patient with Tourette's. Or however it's spelled. The problem is it's so vicious because of 20-years ago issues still traumatizing him. My health collapse and steroid caused weight gain has him crowing with joy at my fat ugly 42 year old self. And he just sounds pathetic and I don't feel either so ugly or fat for a bit because of him now.
That's a thing I'm glad I don't get off on because it's so incredibly sad and pathetic. There's naught to do but stay away because there's no rational discussion possible. Poison and Bile. Two substances it's best to steer clear of if at all possible. It's okay to feel bad about aspects but minimal as possible as it's best that way...