Sigh. No one has to be here. I don’t know anything about Mike’s grandkids as I’m sure he’s not even the same Mike. I’m the bipolar who gets tired of feeling accountable like I’ve got to answer and talk to these people I don’t want to on a regular, and just deletes the whole s***, all of them. (no, I’m not bipolar you bored trolls with your notepads). and I don’t mean you hun. You’re like a cockroach. You pop up everywhere no matter what and never actually have a smile on your face so what you want idk. You know, it will be to swallow someone’s pride to be with me because I do/will spend my time doing the shifty stuff with him still, as least just until he’s fully replaced if anyone were actually up for it. It’s just a process of discovering my freak and accepting it.