Divorce, fics and general babble.
Aug. 9th, 2010 10:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladydraceOk, so I'm starting to realize a few things about my fic preferences. First of all, if I read the word "cum/cumming" (as a verb) one more time, I may well spork my eyes out. It just looks bad. *shudder*
Also, today I read two short fics that turned my gender-bender opinion upside down. How can it be that a fic that has them both very much male can make them gag-worthy girly, while a gender-bender fic with complete het sex scene can feel like they're both 100% guys? Talent. That must be it. Which just goes to show that I can no longer say for sure I'm not into gender-bending. Maybe what I'm really not into is bad characterization. Yeah. Probably true. So I guess it's only a matter of time before I find an mpreg I can read without cringing.
Divorce... it sucks. In so many ways, I can hardly describe it. B is a great friend, but he's difficult to live with and right now he's being more difficult than I can ever remember him being. We have 4 days left to pack, and guess how many boxes he's packed? Go on, take a wild guess!
1. One. Just one. And that was because I just emptied it of some stuff, pointed it out to him, and handed him everything to put in it. He promised me I'd have the apartment to myself (meaning all his stuff would be gone) this Sunday. I can see already that this is going to be added to the list of things he's lied to me about.
I've tried to help as much as I can, without actually packing. I refuse to pack all his shit. I really do. Instead, I've separated all of our stuff and put mine to one side, so all he has to do is fill some bloody boxes. And I still wash his clothes, do the dishes and try to make sure everything is running as smoothly as possible. I'm getting really, really fed up. Until now I've kinda frowned at the idea of changing the locks, but it's starting to look tempting. If B is going to come running whenever he feels like it to get more of his stuff or whatever, then I'll bloody well do it. If this is to be MY home, he cannot be allowed to have the run of the place. I even sorted out the (horror) basement so he won't even need to get anything from there!
Things he still needs to do, that I cannot or will not do for him:
-Internet. Decide if he wants to transfer our line to me or take it with him, so I can go ahead and order my own.
-Find more boxes. We do not have enough and he's not making any effort to find more.
-Throw shit away. I asked him nicely to throw away any crap he's not taking with him BEFORE the move, so we have less clutter to deal with.
-Find someone to help him move, other than his parents, who both have bad backs and cannot lift his monster furniture.
-Change his address. (Meaning, letting the county know and such.)
-Find out if he's going to need the freezer, so I can start clearing it out if he does.
And we still need to take some time to separate all the kitchen stuff. *le sigh*
The most exhausting thing about this is taking all the damn initiative. Not to mention that I'm feeling the grief of it all quite heavily right now and I'm crying a lot.
I just want it all to be over.
Also, today I read two short fics that turned my gender-bender opinion upside down. How can it be that a fic that has them both very much male can make them gag-worthy girly, while a gender-bender fic with complete het sex scene can feel like they're both 100% guys? Talent. That must be it. Which just goes to show that I can no longer say for sure I'm not into gender-bending. Maybe what I'm really not into is bad characterization. Yeah. Probably true. So I guess it's only a matter of time before I find an mpreg I can read without cringing.
Divorce... it sucks. In so many ways, I can hardly describe it. B is a great friend, but he's difficult to live with and right now he's being more difficult than I can ever remember him being. We have 4 days left to pack, and guess how many boxes he's packed? Go on, take a wild guess!
1. One. Just one. And that was because I just emptied it of some stuff, pointed it out to him, and handed him everything to put in it. He promised me I'd have the apartment to myself (meaning all his stuff would be gone) this Sunday. I can see already that this is going to be added to the list of things he's lied to me about.
I've tried to help as much as I can, without actually packing. I refuse to pack all his shit. I really do. Instead, I've separated all of our stuff and put mine to one side, so all he has to do is fill some bloody boxes. And I still wash his clothes, do the dishes and try to make sure everything is running as smoothly as possible. I'm getting really, really fed up. Until now I've kinda frowned at the idea of changing the locks, but it's starting to look tempting. If B is going to come running whenever he feels like it to get more of his stuff or whatever, then I'll bloody well do it. If this is to be MY home, he cannot be allowed to have the run of the place. I even sorted out the (horror) basement so he won't even need to get anything from there!
Things he still needs to do, that I cannot or will not do for him:
-Internet. Decide if he wants to transfer our line to me or take it with him, so I can go ahead and order my own.
-Find more boxes. We do not have enough and he's not making any effort to find more.
-Throw shit away. I asked him nicely to throw away any crap he's not taking with him BEFORE the move, so we have less clutter to deal with.
-Find someone to help him move, other than his parents, who both have bad backs and cannot lift his monster furniture.
-Change his address. (Meaning, letting the county know and such.)
-Find out if he's going to need the freezer, so I can start clearing it out if he does.
And we still need to take some time to separate all the kitchen stuff. *le sigh*
The most exhausting thing about this is taking all the damn initiative. Not to mention that I'm feeling the grief of it all quite heavily right now and I'm crying a lot.
I just want it all to be over.
