requiem for a nightmare
My 24 year old son lives at home. On Thursday, he asked me if he could bring home a free organ he found on Craigslist. I told him no. There are very few things I have control of in this time frame and what I chose to surround myself in my home is one of them. Of course, his dad said, why not! I told them both over my dead body. If my husband thought an organ was fine than, he would not mind having it in his garage. As I was leaving for an Al Anon meeting, my son was cleaning out a spot in the garage.
When I returned home after the meeting, he informed me that he had his friends help him move the giant old organ into his bedroom...which I had forbidden him to do. He told me that he was sorry, but while he had the moving help, he decided to have them help him move it upstairs...if I really hated it, he would move it into the garage.
I am now subjected the 12 hours from 9 to 9 of him playing what sounds like funeral parlor music while I am working in my office. He was so happy to show me how he could make a Hawaiian sound with his organ. Now I have hawaiian sounding funeral parlor music coming from his room.
trying times, trying our bests
Hi,
I found this in Vice and thought I'd share my story. I am physically disabled and use a power wheelchair. I can generally get by on my own. But once a week, I have my assistant come to bring me meals and do my laundry.
I live in a two-bedroom apartment with a roommate. She has a much more severe form of physical disability. She can move around in a power chair but requires help with most physical activities--eating, dressing, going to bed, etc. She has six assistants that come at different times and days.
I completely support her continued need for her assistants to help her with all necessary activities. I also do not want to nor have the right to control where her assistants go about in their daily lives. Nevertheless, they travel from their homes to our apartment and will be out and about.
In order to get my food out the fridge and microwave it, I asked my roommate for two 15-minute time windows in the day in which I can have the communal space to myself (hallway, living room, kitchen, bathroom), when she will be in her room and her assistant won't be there. This is not out of the norm, as there are always long period of time when there is no assistant here.
Also, one of her assistants whom I am friends with urged my roommate early-on (beginning of March) to start planning and have some leadership, some emergency contingency plan.
My roommate has taken my and her assistant's requests as acts of violent discrimination and attacks on her disability and civil rights. My roommate called the assistant abusive and said she was being blackmailed. The assistant just quit yesterday saying she needed to do this for her physical and mental health.
After long, long texts of refusing my request, saying I needed to check my privilege, I discontinued responding and did not engage in arguing. My roommate seems to be respecting my two 15-minute time windows now and I am using that time to get my food.
I'm not sure I want to put this on the google doc because if my roommate finds this she will gaslight me to the goddamn moon.
Sincerely,
A Holy-Shit-I-Need-to-Move-Out-of-Here-When-New-Affordable-Housing-Is-Available Person
negative feedback loop
My wife is thinks I’m mad. And I think she’s mad. It’s a very frustrating thing. This back and forth is not going well. I didn’t imagine I’d have such a time trying to get along with my wife during quarantine. I can just sit here and it irritates her. I don’t want to have sex either because we both look like an absolute mess.
God help us get through this and remain a married couple.
ii men boyz
Since WFH, I’ve realized my boyfriend is an angry worker. Does he realize he’s slamming his own desk, mouse, and keyboard? That’s our property your missing with sir!
boyz ii men
My boyfriend has turned me into my nagging mother. “Jonathan why are there crumbs in the counter” “Jonathan why are all the cabinets open”
“Jonathan why are your clothes on the floor”
“Jonathan turns the lights off, it’s daytime”
knit happens
I'm a college student sent home for the semester. I knit a lot (it's good for managing stress, if anyone's looking for a hobby I recommend it) and in high school I amassed a lot of yarn that I usually leave at home bc my dorm room is small. Well, my mom got a new hobby to manage the quarantine stress, and it's making pom poms, usually with the prettiest yarns I have. Making pom poms goes through a lot of yarn very fast and makes it entirely unusable for other projects. I am prone to arguing with my family but we've all gotta live here and I'm trying not to start shit, and I don't want to kill her new hobby bc we all need to handle stress and boredom somehow, but I'm currently hiding on the back porch so I don't have a meltdown at her cutting up all my nice yarn into stupid decorations I can't even look at without getting angry. God help us all get out of this fast.
a tale in two parts
I am a 68 year retired woman, married for almost 48 years to the same man with two grown children, 5 grandchildren, and a frustrated, shadow writer. What do I mean by a shadow writer? I would start writing something (a short story, a poem, a novel), go full board on it for a couple of days, and then save it in my special folder on my computer (or before computers, a manila folder which is long gone now). I’m always reading about how you can write and publish your own works or have a podcast about your thoughts and ideas, and I came across the article "The Social Distance Project" about your desire to “publish” stories about the COVID-19 shutdown. This was quite fortuitous because my story actually comes from the same day I discovered the article about your venture.
As I said before, my husband and I have been married to the each other for almost 48 years. It was in the year 1972, the Vietnam War was still raging, and my husband was a sailor on a ship which was “on the line” off the coast of Vietnam. Back in the day, the only way you could communicate that wouldn’t cost you an arm and a leg (phone calls were VERY expensive) was through letters. Before that, we had begun dating after high school (1970) and were pretty serious so him joining was quite a shock to our relationship. This would be a test of the “separation makes the heart grow fonder” adage. He joined the Navy in 1971 at the ripe old age of 18 and thus began our correspondence.
Back to the present, my husband had been reminiscing about those days for about a week and was trying to put together some pieces of his time in the Navy that he wasn’t sure he was remembering correctly. This investigation was something to do during the shutdown. He was in our garage looking for some paperwork from his days in the Navy and he came across my box I had saved of his letters to me from that time. They dated from 1971, the year he joined and deployed to participate in the Vietnam War, to when he got out at the end of 1974. He started to read them hoping for some insight into his history at that time.
I was in our den, reading all I could about COVID-19 (I am obsessed about this), when in comes my husband with one of his letters. He was smiling one of the biggest smiles I’d ever seen (he is what you’d call reserved). “Honey”, he said. “I can’t believe what I wrote you when I was young!” Now remember, we’re an old, retired, married couple so romance isn’t what it use to be. We make love every 6-10 days, hug and kiss every now and then, and hold hands when we’re out together. Words of love are also not as frequent as they use to be and a form of extreme comfort has replaced that. So seeing him so excited was something to behold. For the next hour or so he would run in with another letter, I would read it, and we would laugh and reminisce about how young and in love we were. Even back then my husband wasn’t what you’d call effusive with his romantic overtures; at least that was what I remembered. But as I read through his letters, there was the young man I fell in love with telling me over and over again how much he loved me, missed me, complimented me, and that we would be together for the rest of our lives. This hour of togetherness, caused by the COVID-19 shutdown, was one of best we’d had in a long time and showed us both again why we married back when we were too young to know better and that it did work out as we had envisioned all those years ago.
we are just human resources
I made my co-worker hard during v-chat. Oops. I also told him that when he kisses me for the first time I want to drunk. #happyquarantining
here’s to having the last laugh
The fact that I split with my ex husband 6 months ago, 8 years of abuse and degradation. I couldn't imagine being mandated to a small space with him. In this moment, that is all I am thankful for. A place to shut in with my girls and weather what's coming... Peace of mind. "I wouldnt get back with you if it was the end of the world!" Confirmed!
single pregnant mom quarantine
Six months pregnant with our second child. Toddler is 3 yrs old. Baby daddy refuses to support us financially, does the bare minimum otherwise, and is a cheating lying fraud. About 3 months ago he moved into his parents house 30 minutes away. Entering my 3rd trimester stuck inside with a destructive toddler with my nearest family member a 4 hour flight away has turned me into a hopeless, depressed, anxious mess. Add to it that I’m out of work and my electricity was shut off twice this year. Debating risking my health and my kids health by flying to Colorado to live with my sister.
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my mom has vacuumed every single day at 7am. im on break and my classes are online for the rest of the semester. im never going to get used to this and id just like to fix my sleep schedule for once in my life
desperate does not a housewife make
So far, I’ve managed to get absolutely trolled, text not one but two former flames, applied to first dates and re-downloaded hinge. Why is quarantine making me so desperate?
spend sleepless nights/ to think about you
The guy I’m in love with drove from New York to Florida and I couldn’t be happier because it means he got away from the other girl he’s into and ALL I do is call him to monopolize his time and make sure he’s not talking to her. I’m losing my mind.
640 sq ft
My ex boyfriend and I live together, and an engagement was right around the corner. Or so I thought. Different timelines lead to a week of drama, tears, no sleep and eventually a decision to move apart (my decision). I started apartment hunting and would come home to awkwardness and tears. Right as I was about to move out, the ‘safer at home’ order was in place. Now we are quarantined together in our tiny 640sq ft apartment. I’m stuck with the guy I just broke up with.
nothing that little a lizzie mcguire movie can’t fix
I’m studying in Milan, so I had to come back home with my family because of all the COVID-19 situation. My now ex bf stayed there because he has to work. Everything was normal and just after I week that I left, he dumbed by the phone.
Can’t believe I had bought my ticket for this month to go back to him because I was worried, even though the situation is really hard with the quarantine in Italy.
help me please
I live in an 18m² appartment with no direct sunlight in France. So I set my move date 17/03, which ended up being the day of the confinement. My new flat has no internet, no furniture and smells like kebab. I've been moving everything by myself to prevent contagion, walking about 2-3km per day with heavy bags and suitcases.
My next door neighbor, to prevent contagion, has been having parties for 3 nights straight. Her explanation ? 'They live right around the corner and it's only 9pm'
If only I hadn't yet packed my knives...
I'm a Sex & Relationship Expert who LOVES giving New Tips to Spice Up the Bedroom!
Well..After the Coronavirus Outbreak Clients wanted to know, "How can I still get Freaky... without CATCHING RONA"! ??🤔
Being Doctors have said No Kissing.. or Swapping Saliva or Close Breathing 🤨Well... here are my Top 3 Tips to keep it Freaky during RONA!
1. Think Less sensual "Making Love" & More Hard core fl*ucking. No need for long sloppy kisses. Just turn me around & POUND!! Doggy Style! [You can breath in the Pillow for precaution. .lol]
2. If You REALLY Want to Kiss.. Dont Kiss the Head ABOVE... KISS THE HEAD BELOW! I say Oral & Fallecio are the Best Kisses to give during this Time!! [If ur into that... & If ur Not? Go watch my BJ video right NOW!]
3. Flirting & EDGING Can be done with or without kids in the House! When you walk by "Cop a Feel".. while in the kitchen "Flash a Boob".. build up anticipation through the day.. Sit on it & as it hardens.. Get off! [Not "Off"... but off of IT] As you get more turned on Walk away...
Who knows how long this will last?? There will definitely be some BABIES Born Just from the Quarantine!!! So go get to it!! SEX is an AMAZING Stress Reliever & Masturbation is your friend!
"Peace, Love, & Pleasure 💦" -DeeSexyWife... Go binge watch my YouTube & I'd love to post more SEX Advice during Our Global Quarentine 😷
confession (dear reader, it does *not* say "killer coworker" though i saw that too.)
I have a killer crush on my coworker. We are both still obligated to go into work until told otherwise. Admittedly, I'm happy about that so I can continue seeing him. I'm putting off telework for this reason.
a few moments of freedom
I live with a couple and they are so incredibly paranoid about the virus that despite being legally allowed to take occassional walks, they have completely shut me in from even getting groceries. I've had to secretly pass everything to my boyfriend by sneaking down the stairs and having just a few moments of freedom.