Changes At Work

Changes At Work

    So I work in a warehouse, for the same company as my soon-to-be husband. The only difference is that I work in the other building that deals with the holiday stuff, so I’m technically a seasonal worker. Well today I found out that I’m most likely being changed to a full-time worker at the main building (where J works!) when my building closes after the holidays. So today I went up to the main building to start training (I’m in the same area as J, but we probably will never work in the same mod, we’ll see later on though). I go back again tomorrow for more training, depending on how things are still going at the holiday building (we’re super a head and have barely anything to do over there) I might just end up working in the main building from now on.

     I was really upset at first, I had a mini meltdown last night when they first told me I’d be going to the other building today. As soon as I clocked out and J picked me up I started crying. I was in full on panic mode, there were tears, troubles breathing, thinking of all the bad things that could possibly happen. J and his mom finally were able to calm me down once we got home and he explained to her why I was crying. I was honestly upset this morning also, everything felt wrong and I didn’t want to get out of bed, I didn’t eat breakfast on my first break because it was at a different time than it usually is. I had a really hard time with lunch also because it was half an hour earlier than I usually have it, I managed to eat it all though!

     The job itself though? I absolutely love it! It’s way more repetitive than at the holiday building. Plus it’s a lot less work, no lifting heavy things, no pulling a pallet with you, no making pallets! I was just putting small items in a blue tote and setting it on a conveyor belt! I really hope they keep me at this building, I even got a lot more done at that building then I ever have at the holiday building, and I’d do over 500 tickets at the holiday building! My productivity is defiantly going to be higher than usual if they keep me at this building.

     either way I still see myself working at this place for a long time. If I can help it I think I’d like to work there until I retire or until I die. Unless somehow I can survive being a stay at home mom. Also I was thinking after I’ve ben there for a while I would like to get trained on the equipment that way I would get paid more and it would be nice to have more expierence than just picking if I was to ever have to find anotehr job.

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Thoughts On Our Future

Thoughts On Our Future

     Work doesn’t require me to do a lot of thinking so I kind of just go off into my own world. I’ve been thinking a lot about the fact that I’ll most likely never be a mother and what that would do to J and my lives later on. Our entire relationship we’ve always talked about having kids one day, and as you guys know we were almost successful before. The thing is, now I have more information so I’m pretty sure I’m not going to be trying to have kids ever again. Who knows though, maybe when we’re older they will have something that could help with my double mutation.

      We’ve talked a little bit about other options, like adopting, foster care, maybe a surrogate (we got rid of that idea real fast after reading some things about that option though). We’re pretty young so maybe our minds will change in a few years, but as of now we don’t want to adopt or do foster care. I’m honestly not even sure if we’d get approved for foster care since we both have a documented history of mental illness along with my aspergers. Maybe things will change in a few years, but that’s out decision at the moment.

      So as of right now since things look like we aren’t having kids, how do we see our lives going? Well lets talk about some of the bases, we are saving up for a mobile home; that’s kinda been the plan since the beginning but we have briefly talked about getting a house before. After getting our own mobil home we’re going to get some pets of our own, a few dogs and maybe a cat or two. I know for a fact we’re going to get a black lab, I grew up with one and it was the most sweet & loving dog I’ve ever met and I just love the breed. We might get a husky or a pug, we haven’t really decided, I defiantly want a maincoon (a type of cat that gets really big). I’m thinking about getting a turtle or fish- J has been talking about parrot fish a lot lately and I think I want to surprise him with one when we get our own place.

      I want to get at least a two bedroom mobil home, that way if we decide to have kids we wont have to find a new place, there’s already a room available. Until we have kids, or if we stick with the not having any, the second room will be a guest room. It’ll be used for our future nieces and nephews, and my little sister A (since she’s only 11 right now).

      One upside to no kids? We’ll be able to have sex where ever we want in the house. Plus I wont have to worry about J stopping the DD/LG play if we don’t have kids. Once we have our own home I’m going to try to get J to try some new BDSM stuff we haven’t tried before, or just haven’t done since we stayed in a hotel for a few days a year ago. I really want to try “humiliation” punishments once we have our own place (I’m going to bring it up on our honeymoon and possibly try it then). I’m also thinking, since we wont have kids we’ll be able to do more things together & have more money. Once J finishes paying off his debt (almost there btw!) and we live on our own we can basically do whatever we want. We’ll be able to go away on weekends (camping!) or just walk around the house naked / have sex anywhere (he can bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me whenever he wants!).

      I’m still really upset about not being able to have kids, but at least it’s not all bad. I prefer to have kids to all this, but since it’s not really in our cards, mine as well look at the bright side.

Sister Got Uninvited From My Wedding

Sister Got Uninvited From My Wedding

    I went to visit my mom yesterday and spent the night. When she picked me up she had both my sisters (my sister D lives with dad and doesn’t visit mom much). I was kinda excited because even though I don’t like her much she’s still my sister and I love her. The first two hours went really well, we went to eat at Bob’s Evans than went to Goodwill to look for a desk for D’s bedroom at our dads.

      We didn’t find a desk but we found this really cool chair that she really liked and wanted, it looked kinda like this:

    Sorry for the awkward picture, don’t know how to save pictures on the laptop I have. Anyways, she was really good and nice. After getting into the car she just flips out calling my mom names, being nasty, hitting my mom (who was driving BTW), hit me, tried to hit our youngest sister A. She started screaming things where we could barely even understand what she was saying, crying, she was manic; it was insane.

      By the time we got to moms apartment she was calmed down, she was sitting next to me on the couch and mom was in the bathroom crying. Of course being the idiot I am I told J what was happening through text while we were still in the car, and he happened to just respond to me when she was looking at my phone. He said if she was going to continue hitting everyone he doesn’t want her at the wedding, she flipped her shit. Screaming, throwing things, kicking things, trying to attack our 12-year-old sister A, attacking mom. It was unbelievable, she was out of control, it was like she was possessed by something.

       She ended up texting J from her phone, saying some really hurtful things. Mom got her to get her stuff together to take her home; halfway out the door she turned to me and started calling me a bitch saying she didn’t want to come to my wedding. I made the mistake of responding and said “that’s fine, you’re uninvited” that PISSED her off. She threw a shampoo bottle at me, I ducked, and it hit this glass figure of an eagle that belongs to moms boyfriend (which we later found out his mom bought him right before she died).

      Mom finally got her out of the house and into the car, they left to take her home while A and I cleaned up the shattered eagle. She ended up texting me while in the car with mom, saying these nasty things about how She’s glad I can’t have kids / I don’t deserve to be a mother / hopes that if I do get pregnant I miscarry and just a bunch of stuff like that. That’s when I had enough, I blocked her number, blocked her on Facebook & instagram, and asked my cousin to be my second brides maid. I told my dad not to bring her to my wedding, told my mom she’s not allowed. J agrees with m obviously, since he’s the one who suggested it first. I mean, come on; you’re 15 years old, and acting like a 5-year-old throwing a temper tantrum absolutely ridiculous.

      Mom was gone for maybe half an hour (dad lives about half an hour away) before she called crying. D had bullied her in the car, got out at a red light and went to the side of the road after mom said something mean to her. Mom drove over to where she was on the side of the road to try to get her in the car, she ended up getting in the car, they got in another fight where D ended up hitting mom AGAIN. Think mom might have hit back once, she got back out of the car, mom locked the doors, and guess what D did. She picked up a rock and scratched up the side of moms car.

     After a few minutes mom lets her back in the car, and drove her the rest of the way to dads. She got out of the car but sat on the hood of the car screaming, demanding mom gives her all the cash in her wallet. My mom being the idiot she is didn’t call my dad down from his apartment, no, instead she just gave my sister all $14 she had. D went up to the apartment, smashed her new phone, then started texting mom from her iPod demanding she buys her a new phone. Mom shut off d’s phone service and wont respond to any of her messages, so she’s not getting her way with this. I ended up telling dad about D taking money from mom and he said next time he sees mom he’ll pay her back the $15 and he’s really sorry for how D acted.

     She’s acted up before, but this was beyond anything I’ve ever seen her do before; It was truly terrifying. If she can’t behave herself in an everyday situation I can’t trust her to behave at my wedding. So it’s final, my sister isn’t coming to my wedding, she’s not invited and will be kicked out if she shows up along with whoever brought her with. So now my cousin K and my sister A are my two brides maids, my cousin has to find a dress so we’re gonna go dress shopping on the Sunday after she gets her first paycheck from her new job.

My New Job

My New Job

     I love my new job, it’s amazing. Today was my second official day working; Monday and Tuesday I had orientation. If you didn’t know, I’m a picker at a warehouse now, we pick things for stores. Yesterday I pick 54 tags for one store, It took me until after my lunch to finish it. After I finished that I started another store that had 85 tags, I got 40 of them done before I had to leave.

      Today I did so much better, I did three stores! I wanted to do a fourth store; but since I’m new to the job I’m not really allowed to stay after 3:00. They had me cleaning up empty boxes since everyone likes to just leave them sitting around taking up space. I accidentally stayed until 3:36 because there’s no clocks and I forgot my watch this morning, I got so into my work I didn’t realize it was so late. No one said anything to me so I don’t think it’s going to be a problem.

      The only problem I have with this job is that there’s only one clock in the entire building. The clock is in the break room and it’s not a digital clock, which makes it even worse! Just to explain I literally cannot read those clocks, I’ve been taught how to read them more times than I can count it just doesn’t stick. Tonight I’m going to get ALL my stuff for work tomorrow together so I don’t forget my watch again. Not being able to read the only clock in the building has made it really difficult to fill out my paperwork that records all the work I’ve been doing, so I defiantly need to take my watch with me.

      For once in my life I actually enjoy my job, I know it’s weird but I really do. There’s routine and it’s simple, full of order, it’s just perfect. This is literally the perfect job for my autistic ass (joke obviously). I never thought I would enjoy a job and be excited to go to work, but here I am, enjoying my job and being excited for work.

       ALSO!!! While at work, I’m not anxious. Usually at my jobs, or school, I’m afraid to do things without constantly asking for reassurance, at this job I feel confident and I have no problem doing my job. I know that I’m just going to get better with time, this is the kind of job I needed! I can’t believe that I didn’t try for this kind of job before and that I was so reluctant to get it.

 

I May Never Get Pregnant Or Carry Full-Term

I May Never Get Pregnant Or Carry Full-Term

    I’ve only ever did light reading on my double MTHFR mutation, I’ve never really read a lot about it. My mom read a lot more than I did, I really wish that I did read more… I read that it can be difficult to ever get pregnant, and if you do happen to get pregnant it’s basically guaranteed your baby will have a birth defect..

      That’s with just one MTHFR gene, I have two. So I mentioned it to my mom the other day when I saw her.. Apparently it’s next to impossible to become pregnant, and if you do get pregnant you’re most likely to have a miscarriage. Let’s say that I do get pregnant, and carry full-term; There’s no way that they’ll be born without a birth defect. If I do have a child I’m going to be giving them a life that is going to be super hard for them…. Or they’ll suffer for a few week, months, or even a few years before they die…

       Am I making the right decision trying to get pregnant? I didn’t know all this before, but now I have the information… Is it really the right thing to do? To try to get pregnant, knowing what I could be doing to our future children… I keep wondering if the baby I was pregnant with was suffering inside me, I mean I never got an ultrasound or anything, so no one ever seen it… For all I know it could’ve been in pain, I was 4 or 5 months along can’t the baby start feelings things around then? I mean I felt the baby moving around inside me for a sort while.

       I’m honestly upset about this, that’s something I’ve always wanted to have a family, have my own children…. J says he doesn’t care if we have kids or not, but he’s so good with kids and he always pretends my cousin and my sister are his kids, that’s how he’s so good with them. Kids, that’s something that’s been in J and my plans since we’ve started dating; especially since we’ve gotten engaged and the closer we get to our marriage.

Something that still really bothers me is all the people I went to school with that are already pregnant or already parents. A few of them are even younger than me and are getting pregnant and having babies. I understand that mistakes happen, and sometimes afterwards it turns out to be the best mistake of your life… But barely any of them are prepared; I’m more prepared and ready than them but yet I probably will never be able to get pregnant.. Sometimes the world really sucks and is extremely unfair. Guess I’ll just have to suck it up and deal with it..

      I haven’t told J all this yet, all I’ve told him is what I’ve decided. I’ve decided that I don’t want to adopt, don’t want to do foster care, and absolutely don’t ‘want to do surrogate. All of that is so unreliable and cost so much, I rather just not have kids than have to go through that.  There’s always pets, it wont be the same as kids, but it’s the best I could do if I don’t get pregnant and have a baby..

A Letter To My Sister D

A Letter To My Sister D

      You are the most ungrateful person I’ve ever met. Everyone in our family has done everything they can for you, we’ve been there for you no matter what. You’ve never even cared though all you care about is yourself. Mom may really suck, but she’s been there for you, she’s given you more than she’s ever given me. Dad only recently started being there for you, and he doesn’t really care; he’s just trying to prove people wrong.

      You’re such a smart and beautiful girl, I love you so much. Even though I can’t stand you; you’re my little sister and I love you. Ever since you were little you want to be a lawyer but ever since 8th grade you’ve just stopped doing school work and failing. I still can’t believe that they’ve let you move up to high school and now you’re a sophomore in high school.

      You used to be such a nice girl, what happened to you? Now you’re mean and hateful. You hit your mom and sisters. You have sex with guys over 18, post nudes, doing drugs (don’t act like I don’t know, you don’t have that instagram account on private!), you act all grown. You’re literally 15 D, what happened to you? I can’t stand you anymore, I want to scream and shake you.

      You need some sense knocked into. Do you realize what you’re doing is going to affect your future? Your life barely even started and you’re already destroying it. It makes me so angry to see people do this to themselves, you’re following dads example. You’re so stupid, just thought you should know this. Love you.

A Letter To My Father

A Letter To My Father

      I’m going to start off this by letting you know you’ve been a really big loser for the last 8 or 9 years. You were a good dad before the drugs and everything, and I do see your progress, you’re trying really hard. I know it’s always been hard for you to show your interest and to care about other people, you’re diagnosed with bipolar, a sociopath (AKA antisocial personality disorder), narcissist.

        There’s only a few things I still can’t stand about you. I’m so proud of you for doing so well lately, not doing drugs, trying to show interest in my sisters and my life, taking my one sister in your home when mom can’t do the right thing for her. Though I can’t stand that you take every chance you get to trash talk mom, don’t you realize that you were abusive to her my entire life? Sure she’s kind of bitch, but you’re no better.

      Even with all the bad things in the past you’re probably my favorite parent. Even though you weren’t there for me most of my life, you’re here now and you don’t judge me like mom always have. You believe in me, you want my life to go the way I want it to, you don’t try to set up a timeline for my life like mom tries to.

       Remember when I was younger, before you started doing drugs and everything? I was such a daddy’s girl, I got all excited whenever you would come home from work. Sometimes mom would take me to your work site during your lunch when you used to put insolation in houses. I hated when you did drugs and wouldn’t show any interest in me or my sisters.