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My first husband was a snoop like that. Installed an app on my phone without mentioning it, then asked me if I was cheating, once, when it appeared to him that I drove almost all the way to work, then veered off into a park and remained there for several hours. It seems to have been a GPS glitch, and that blew over, but I began to resent that he was sitting home, tracking my movements while I was at work. He was retired and caring for our son while I worked.
The idea that he thought nothing of tracking me, going through my phone, etc., etc., really began to rankle me after that, and I eventually ended our marriage, after 23 years. I would never dream of spying on him!
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Thanks for doing the pro-social thing, helping yourself and others, thereby. Keep it up! I'm not a psychopath, myself, but I have a few traits, including an almost automatic doubt of authority. Anyhow, you're just 25, and I suspect that, as you age, your struggle to do the right thing will become easier and easier. Good luck, and never stop being upright and admirable.
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Although I haven't ever watched Williams, i have checked in on her because of her Graves' disease, which I also suffer from. Luckily for me, my disease is in persistent remission. You don't want Graves' disease; not only is it disfiguring, but it alters your personality and cognition, at least temporarily. One doctor told me that Graves' patients tends to get divorced and get into a lot of car wrecks, probably because of the shortened temper, sense of panic, and altered vision. Sometimes, Graves' sufferers use alcohol just to be able to function calmly.
Williams seemed to be doing ok with her disease ten years ago, but something seems to have shotgunned the disease into a more aggressive state. She's thin, her exophthalmos is much worse, and she has really bad myxedema in her lower legs. My disease flared out of remission and disfigured my eyes after I got a flu shot one year, but hormonal events and stress can do it, too.
Poor, poor Wendy Williams! She seems to have drawn the shortest straw.
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My mother told me that my mid-term miscarriage was God punishing me for being pro-choice. I remember screaming at her, "You're not my mother!" several times in her back yard while she frantically tried to shush me. I ran off to see my sister, who was weeding her garden, and she paused, gave me a hug, and intoned, "Mom . . . is beyond comprehension." That soothed me considerably. That might have been the dumbest thing Mom ever said to me, but I can't blame her, really, since she was a serious, strict Catholic, and none of us kids could make him- or herself believe what the nuns taught us. We were born agnostics. It must have really shamed her.
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Once, I was hired to train with and take over the job of a pregnant nurse who in retrospect, I think, had OCPD. it was an exacting job, requiring systematic assessment of all areas of a patient's life. This type of nurse had to be very organized and productive. Pregnant nurse was a rockstar in her facility, and, although I had experience and actual certification in that area of nursing, she insisted in "allowing" me to take over her job in only the tiniest baby steps. I also had to adhere to her method of record keeping, which was excruciatingly fussy. Beyond any discernible rationale, she hovered over me, checked my work, and would not let me use my own tried, true, and efficient method of doing the same job. She kept insisting that I redo assessments to her exact procedures. If I issued a memo, she rewrote it. If I held an interdisciplinary meeting and invited give and take, she shut me down. (Her method was to never vary in style, and the interdisciplinary team meetings were like kabuki theater, with her playing all the roles)
One month in, the micromanaging was starting to cost me sleep. By two months, I just slapped my badge on the Don's desk and said, "I can not work with this person" and left without notice. To this day, I think of her as Nurse Total-Spectrum Domination.
Sheesh!
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