Jenn. Just Jenn.

Oh, just casually going through pics for Geeba’s memorial, and finding a hunting photo of THE NETFLIX DOCUMENTED SERIAL KILLER that invited himself on one of his group’s hunting trips. 🫠

I feel like I’m in possession of something.. slightly illegal. And very icky.

He named me. Taught me to dance by standing on his feet. Is the reason I can swim. Drive. Ride a horse. Play a mean game of dominoes. He walked me down the aisle when my dad couldn’t be bothered. Encouraged my talents. Instilled a fierce work ethic in me. Protected me. Loved me.

August 19. He made it to the early hours of August 19.

And now he’s gone .

it was the worst of times, its was the wow somehow it keeps getting worse of times

The HAND on the THIGH.

You look so happy, friend. ❤️

He was apparently just diagnosed with BPD. I feel validated, and angry that his denial robbed me of my marriage, and processing that everything finally makes sense.

Burned my arm with my clothes steamer (his name is Cleveland), burned my mouth on coffee, and got catcalled. Outside of Hospice.

Sir, this is a Wendy's.

Geeba's hanging on, but he's having seizures and it's getting close. I'm just kissing his forehead and crying at this point.

The last hours are the hardest.

Today is his brother’s birthday- we lost him when I was 5.

I hope he makes it to his birthday celebration tonight. ❤️

Happy Birthday, @ciaranstrange.bsky.social 🥳❤️

Grateful my girl and I get to call you friend. I hope your birthday is amazing!

I walked into the house of my mom's best friend last night, the house where my childhood best friend who I lost in Jan grew up. I saw the living room where he cut my hair when we were 4, walked to his bedroom and the closet he gave me my first kiss in at 13, sat down.. and cried.

He was sleeping when I got to his Hospice room. He woke up when I kissed his forehead, smiled at me, and drifted off.

He might not wake up again.

I am not okay.

I am headed to my hometown to see my uncle for the last time

That doesn’t feel real.

I should be calling him to find out what his first dance with Kymberly is going to be next month. Not racing to his bedside so I get to see him one more time before he’s gone.

I’m numb.

You're so supportive of me. Thank you, friend. ❤️

Cold fried chicken eaten over the sink while you stare at the train outside your back kitchen window and contemplate laying down on the tracks counts as lunch, right?

Aww, looks like little dude needs a Lap Buddy!

NOOOoooooooo..

I teared up reading this

Calling the funeral home and making plans for them to come get my precious uncle's body this weekend while he's still breathing feels like the most awful thing I've ever had to do.

Me too anxiety fox, me too.

Until I was ready to cry. It's a bully playing keep-away. This isn't about lack of self control or a nervous habit. This is about a narcissist dad who exerts control with chinks in the armor he's found. Don't either one of you look back. Leave him with nothing but the sound of his effing pen click.

I have an irritation of my car mirrors flipping so that I can't see to drive with them. Ruins my mood.

The moment my ex discovered it, every time he fought with me, he'd flip my mirror if I was getting ready to leave. Then he'd wait til I walked around and fixed it, and do it again. 5-6 times.

This little peanut is 18 today, and completely blind and deaf. She’s about ready for her Rainbow Bridge trip.

I’m going to miss her so much. Happy final Birthday, Megara. ❤️

(Photo taken by me - 18 years ago)

I sat down to try to put some thoughts together to write his obituary, so that that’s one less thing to do. I instantly burst into chest-wracking sobs.

I lost my childhood best friend in January. I was still reeling from that when this nightmare with Geeba started.

I think I’m tired of letting go.

Final transfer to hospice for Geeba.

I just asked my boss how many days of bereavement I have.

I can't believe it's come to this.

Woke up.
Got dressed.
Felt cute.
Realized that I probably haven’t felt cute at all this year.
Took a selfie.

It’s not a huge thing, but it’s a thing. 🫶🏻

I’ve walked by this corner a thousand times since I started staying here. But the door has always been open, and today I closed it. And was reminded that this is here. And on a night when Kym showed me her wedding dress.

Don’t mind me, I’m just gonna sit here and sob. 😭

Moms, I know you hear me.

Well said, lady.

A few years ago I posted when I was emotionally fragile- I had a new VA I followed swoop in to my DMs and start hitting on me under the guise of checking on me. It was alarming, off-putting. It happened so fast I didn't realize it until it was too late, and I was a grown woman.

Re: the news in the VA community I love so much:

There are creeps in VA, and there are VAs who are good as gold. I've encountered both.

But please- do NOT engage people who will inevitably weaponize this situation against LGBTQIA+ folks.

It was a person. Not a community.

I still get a little shook that my graphic elements are displayed somewhere like the State Fair of Texas 🫠

No wonder that man bugs me, lol. (kidding, we ❤️him)

BUT Mommy is gorgeous! 😌