Phone rings, I answer…
Me: Hey Lady, how are you?
Miss Flighty: I’m good. You?
Me: I’m good. I joined a gym last night.
Miss Flighty: Oh, really? I thought you were joking on FB.
Me: Nope, it’s real.
Miss Flighty: That’s good. Who’s paying for it?
Me: …me. [Because that is totally your business]
Miss Flighty: Oh, that’s right. You’re on that disability. You’re livin’ the good life, not having to work and stuff.
No. Unfortunately, I am not making this up. Maybe she and I can trade lives since she thinks mine is so grand. I can be the single mom working my ass off, lying to Medicaid to keep my daughter covered, and applying for food stamps while she can be Bipolar. Because obviously these are the lives we envisioned for ourselves when we were kickin’ it together 17 years ago. Yes, Bipolar disorder is so much more rewarding than being a mother. You don’t know what you’re missing.
you’re sooooo lucky!!! Yes i always dreamt of being disabled by bipolar too!!! We’re almost there!! Thank you jeebus!!!
It’s the tits!
Thank you jeebus for tits!!
Some People.
Miss Flighty needs to be bitch slapped. Just saying.
I agree.
Oh, yeah, depression is totes awesome. I know. My brother is manic depressive and also on disability. It saved my parents from going bankrupt supporting him because he can’t hold a job with his illness, med side effects, etc. He is also a juvenile Diabetic. Luuuucky, lucky!
He’s also an awesome guy and an incredible uncle. Isn’t it amazing how people seem to think everything is their business and after nosing around proceed to judge you? Ack! I agree with change my body – bitchslap is in order.
Thank you.
I am glad through his struggles you are able to see who he is instead of what he is. You must be the awesome sister. 