Update for Everyone VII: Insert Something Philosophical Sounding Here

[Morning in Atlas]

If you're on AAD, you might have heard of my mother's side of my family. In essence, I am the black sheep of my mother's side of the family, for the horrible crime of being the sane one. It has four sects (besides my own). One is my mother, who I have zero contact with (and most likely never will) because of my issues. Two siblings are enablers of my mother, reaffirming her warped worldview that I'm under my father's spell. The final sect is the Douchebags.

Aside from being the embodiment of upper-class limo liberalism, the Douchebags are horrible people. In essence, what constitutes their family is very tenuous and revocable.. At best they're enablers of my mom, at worst they're holding me responsible for her own fight with my mom. And to give you an idea, these people are so bad that in said dispute with my mom, that she was right! Freezing you out is a first measure and not a last resort.

Last Thanksgiving, I decided to cut my mother out of my life after she spent most of the time I spent with her screaming and raging at me. The Enablers decided to invite my mom to Christmas, so I thought I would go to the Douchebags. They said no because "they wanted to keep things to the kids' in-laws" - never mind that there was still enough room for one more person. Eventually, I found out that they didn't want to keep things to their nuclear family - one of the Enablers was going down after all. I cut them out of my life (irrevocably) and burned the bridge. I thought this was fine for ten months.

Then the cousin tried to talk to me. I one-worded her for five sentences in a row - mainly because the only things coming to mind were "why are you talking to me" and "why aren't you apologizing after what you did to me". Closed ass body language, no eye contact, the whole nine yards. She didn't take it well. Actually, she lost it on me. I believe the exact words were "REALLY SAWX, YOU'RE FINKSING BETTER THAN THIS SHINKS!"

So yeah, she absolutely knew my feelings, and somehow saw nothing wrong with it instead of being a woman and admitting she and her family messed up.

Generally, the reaction was "lolwhat", but my best friend had the best reaction.

"WAS THAT AN EX?"

I enjoyed the godlike burn. Generally I just let my now-estranged cousin make herself look like a nutjob. Certainly better than the grand fantasies I had about telling her off.

[Morning in Atlas]

Drinking away a mild case of feels that didn't work out

[Morning in Atlas]

Someone in my inner circle has been feeding my mother info about me. Needless to say, I'm not pleased.

[Morning in Atlas]

If you're on AAD, you might have heard of my mother's side of my family. In essence, I am the black sheep of my mother's side of the family, for the horrible crime of being the sane one. It has four sects (besides my own). One is my mother, who I have zero contact with (and most likely never will) because of my issues. Two siblings are enablers of my mother, reaffirming her warped worldview that I'm under my father's spell. The final sect is the Douchebags.

Aside from being the embodiment of upper-class limo liberalism, the Douchebags are horrible people. In essence, what constitutes their family is very tenuous and revocable. At best they're enablers of my mom, at worst they're holding me responsible for her own fight with my mom. And to give you an idea, these people are so bad that in said dispute with my mom, that she was right! Freezing you out is a first measure and not a last resort.

Last Thanksgiving, I decided to cut my mother out of my life after she spent most of the time I spent with her screaming and raging at me. The Enablers decided to invite my mom to Christmas, so I thought I would go to the Douchebags. They said no because "they wanted to keep things to the kids' in-laws" - never mind that there was still enough room for one more person. Eventually, I found out that they didn't want to keep things to their nuclear family - one of the Enablers was going down after all. I cut them out of my life (irrevocably) and burned the bridge. I thought this was fine for ten months.

Then the cousin tried to talk to me. I one-worded her for five sentences in a row - mainly because the only things coming to mind were "why are you talking to me" and "why aren't you apologizing after what you did to me". Closed ass body language, no eye contact, the whole nine yards. She didn't take it well. Actually, she lost it on me. I believe the exact words were "REALLY SAWX, YOU'RE FINKSING BETTER THAN THIS SHINKS!"

So yeah, she absolutely knew my feelings, and somehow saw nothing wrong with it instead of being a woman and admitting she and her family messed up.

Generally, the reaction was "lolwhat", but my best friend had the best reaction.

"WAS THAT AN EX?"

I enjoyed the godlike burn. Generally I just let my now-estranged cousin make herself look like a nutjob. Certainly better than the grand fantasies I had about telling her off.

Saw the psycho cousin again. This time she understood the meaning of "Don't ever talk to me again, my mother was right about you" and kept walking. Took effort to avoid me this time, even as I was in the crosswalk.

Again, imagine being so absolutely guano insane that you make my mother look like a functioning, mentally healthy individual.

[Morning in Atlas]

So proud of this country tonight. Thank you, America.

WE WON THE SUPER BOWL LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

e: oh god i accidentally stretched the page let's cut that mess out so it's normal

[Morning in Atlas]

Almost pulled a MILF. I was down, but nothing says "abort mission" like asking you if you have a certain STD.

[Morning in Atlas]

I guess it doesn't matter or whatever, but I'm currently living with my gf and I start my first full time job on Monday. It took long enough after I graduated college (2 months) but it feels like it's finally paying off.

gz, man

[Morning in Atlas]

My powers are returning to me.

By powers, I mean my tolerance is slowly getting back to 2017 levels.

[Morning in Atlas]

I've decided to reach out to my mother again. I told her that I didn't want to talk to her until the divorce proceedings were over, and they've ended. I decided to give it three months - mainly because I felt like she needed time to heal and learned she engaged in similar behavior with my aunts for what happened.

That's a story in and of itself - my uncle is such a scumbag that she makes my mom look stable - but generally, I've taken more of a "you guys can have whatever relationship you want as long as you don't defend them" stance. Although my mom's in the right, lashing out at her sisters still shows the same pattern of behavior that caused me to go no-contact with her: her inability to accept I want a relationship with my father.

My communication with her is going to be very, very strictly controlled. It's going to be text-only until she's able to process my role in the divorce and why I sat behind my father in court. Absolutely no R-words (or any disparaging comments using my Asperger's), and generally me being more assertive regarding taboo subject matters.

Overall, she seems to actually be healing and building her own life. I have everything to gain and nothing to lose, really.

[Morning in Atlas]

After my mom decided to vomit her feelings about the divorce, I told her that there wasn't enough alcohol to deal with her bullmess. Apparently the reason I drink is because I "regret letting my father do what he did to her" (I actually don't and know he's right).

[Morning in Atlas]

Just finished a four-day bender. Highlights were:

* Me hitting it off with a girl, and then her telling me if she didn't have a husband she'd go for me
* Me being invited to a bachelorette party's beach house
* My friend going into a Nice Guy Rant (TM) because he bought a girl
* Said friend throwing up constantly
* Me rambling about being "on some patrician sh**t"
* Two friends getting into a fight and getting away with it
* Generally upwards of 20 people being trashed

Overall, things were fun.

[Morning in Atlas]

It really do be like that sometimes.

[Morning in Atlas]

WE HAVE GONE 28 0 DAYS WITHOUT A MOMPOST

My mother came by to pick up some of her things. It, predictably, turned into a hellscape.

She started off by screaming at me that I wasn't supposed to be there and that she tried to add a provision because she "didn't want me to go through this." Of course, there was no provision, and her 12 AM texts say she wants me involved and on her side. Actually, she's wanted me involved in their petty bull for 4 years, and what little involvement I've had in the divorce is protecting myself or getting back things she stole from me.

She proceeded to spend the 2 hours ranting about how she couldn't go through the house, picking and choosing which things she wanted. When her police escort told her no, she demanded that the chief come. She picked almost the entire yard clean, picking and choosing things to leave and to bring back to her apartment. I could hear her ranting and raving and raging from the second floor of my house, demanding the police allow her to get more things (most of which don't belong to her) like the original childhood photographs/videotapes I had (which are mine). Overall, very, very disturbing stuff.

My mother has an idea that anything she believes she spent money on in the house is hers. This includes shared property, but more importantly, she believes that she can take back gifts from my childhood. Recall that she's tried to steal my camera (which was brought for my primary use in the class), and actually stole my luggage bag. I also think she stole some of my vintage glasses - again, gifts that she bought for me. I'm actually well aware of why she stole my luggage - the rest of the bags were in the attic, where she kept most of her bowls. If she asked to borrow my luggage or asked for my camera, I'd be fine with it. Instead, we have problems because she used the divorce system to steal from me. In her world, she genuinely believes that she can take back gifts that she gave to me.

This forces my hand, once again. The first time I intervened because she was a genuine danger to myself. The second, third, and this one are all me being forced to defend my property. I'm going to send an email to the police chief/escort asking that they not allow her in because she presents a significant threat to my property. Of course, complete with logs. I won't be pressing charges, but it needs to be known for my property.

At this point, it's looking less like "if I institute permanent NC" and more like "when I institute permanent NC." It's clear she hasn't changed and isn't going to any time soon.

[Morning in Atlas]

Yikes, Sawx.  That has got to be a nightmare.

Oh yes. About that "neutrality": her entire dynamic of resentment towards me is because I took my dad's side when he tried to get a restraining order against her. I believe I told this story, but he was in the right and I took his side to protect myself from her verbal abuse.

She also was thrilled when she successfully manipulated me against him, so I guess intervening is fine if it's on her side.

[Morning in Atlas]

It's very strange that I'm posting more frequently than the Presidential Election board than I was before my 3-day moderation disaster.

Not sure where to put that but I felt like sharing that weird ass tidbit

[Morning in Atlas]

Hope everything's alright. Take however long you need

[Morning in Atlas]

ok boomer - Various Artists

I witnessed quite possibly the most incoherent display of boomery this morning.

The 60-year-old man in the booth behind me was loudly and incoherently ranting to his friend about the state of Americna politics. The only discernible parts of his mumbling were "****ing Democrats", "witch hunt", and "NANCY PELOSI" - the latter of which was screamed to most of the restaurant. It was like a hallucination brought on by my soul-crushing tiredness, only running on 3 hours of sleep that night.

[Morning in Atlas]

Kinda buzzed. Calm before the storm tomorrow.

[Morning in Atlas]

Help me, I'm simping again

[Morning in Atlas]

Help me, I'm simping again

Can confirm, am listening to 2000s emo.

[Morning in Atlas]

who wanna go bar hopping in nashvegas w me and the squad sometime soon

tbh I would if I wasn't so far away