I know I shouldn't, but I feel bad for this woman. It's clear she's a bit simple and just makes really bad decisions for whatever reason.
This thread has really reinforced my faith seeing how these people that choose to spit in the face of God are all just so miserable. It's a common theme on this entire website really. All it takes to have a happy life is a little faith, a bit of hope, and an even tinier bit of effort and you'll find your way through. If you keep trying to swim upstream eventually you're going to get tired and swept away. Especially if you eschew all community and support systems. If you're a worthy person someone will certainly give you a tow!
I don't give a fuck about what you think! Common refrain from Styx and his harem. Clearly they really do deeply give a fuck! It sad seeing folks who just can't let go of that 15 year old energy in their 30s and 40s. And very very funny!
Ain't nuffin to feel bad for. Simple she may be, and a product of her environment, to be sure, but she had people in her life and on the Internet that wanted the best for her, and she wiped her ass with their well wishes every single time. She wants the life she thinks she deserves; drugs, 'fun' partners (read: Bi-polar, sociopathic, schizophrenic, drug induced psychosis), the comfortable home to come home to, the animals, the kids, uproot the whole system and go on an adventure whenever she wants, the whole she-bang. There is no way to actually make her dream work without daddy government stepping in and tearing half of it out of her grandma waterwing bearing arms; every partner she has ever had is dangerously unstable - at best (a trait learned from dearest mommy, I'm sure), she wants to depend on that, but as we have all seen 18 different times since Tarl got punched in the face, she can't maintain a relationship nor make ends meet even with a secured job, she has made it clear that have access to drugs is one of her highest priorities, and will reorganize her life to ensure it, so those last three points rarely add up to being able to secure and maintain a peaceful home, and then she wants to toss children and animals into that schizophrenic hellscape.
She's never been happy, and she never will be. Happiness comes from just sort of jiving with yourself and your lot in life and making the most of the hand you're dealt. All of Tarl's women share the trait of knowing that they deserve the best, no, better than the best, regardless of their effort and circumstances. Except for Liz, they've all pushed out kids that they subsequently abandoned or lost custody of. They aren't even capable of staying true to themselves or their dreams; because they don't have any. You, me, Bob next door? Our bare minimum is their shining tower. We do our jobs, we love our kids and partners, we dick around with money and projects and that's more than enough for most of us. They can't even get out of the gate, and they sit there fuming at people who are halfway to the finish line.
Love that for all of them, even though they're all essentially the same person.