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They left to head home and a He Man And The Masters This Way To The Christmas Party Christmas Ugly Sweater Party later I received a very disturbing phone call from friend. Apparently Crazy Bitch MIL was staking out their apartment. She rented a studio a block away and just so happened to ‘run in’ to them when they were coming home. She was apparently upset that her son didn’t call her for Mother’s Day and wanted to let him know she officially moved here. Even though she literally owns a home in another state! She decided to rent an apartment in one of the most expensive cities in the country. Friend is disturbed, and husband is in shock. He started paperwork on an RO and they got a RING cam just in case. I invited them to stay at my place, because apparently when friend left for work on Monday and Tuesday morning she saw Crazy Bitch MIL sitting in the café across the street reading the paper. Husband has been working from home and trying to figure out alternative ways out of his building. He called some other cousins, aunts and uncles and told them what was going on. They are apparently not shocked. She had been planning this sudden move for YEARS. Spoke non-stop about her son and ME but never mentioned friend beyond making a face at her name. They never thought she would go through with it, and said she disappeared a week before Easter/never showed up to the family dinner. Bitch MIL is stalking me. Awesome. I expect two homeland security guys at my door soon enough. Sigh Friend and Husband are coming over tomorrow to stay for who knows how long. They alerted their landlord who is at least taking the matter seriously and passed out fliers to the other tenants with her name and photo saying she was banned from the building. He is also going to keep an eye on the camera footage by the main door to make sure she doesn’t slip in with deliveries. He’s a great guy, I’m going to send him some cookies.

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When I’d go outside for any other reason, one or two of He Man And The Masters This Way To The Christmas Party Christmas Ugly Sweater Party would be waiting for me. They’d scream at me, then stalk me from the flanks anywhere I went, like a pack of wolves on a bleeding, exhausted elk. Bringing Dash with me made them keep their distance a bit. The bad weather almost made it easier too, it was so cold and windy it was almost as abrasive as their presence. Honestly, with most of it inside just hangin with Sash, the days weren’t all that bad. The nights, well… were the worst part. Between sunset and bed I’d hear them ranting in manic whispers on the porch when I was in the kitchen, see em sprint by a window, or just stand in the snowy yard barely outside the arc of glow from the porch lights, staring venomously into the house. On the 26th I went out to get a charger from Sash’s car, with Dash and my spotlight, expecting a run-in. It was dumping snow. Windless, the slow deluge of huge snowflakes amidst the ear-ringing silence was haunting on its own. I got to the car without spotting any of em. I grabbed the charger, turned around, and froze as a flashflood of adrenaline crashed into my face and hands. Bridger. He was standing on the tailgate of my truck, about 20 feet away, looking down on me with his arms crossed. He was standing between me and the light outside the door to the shop, haloed by the glow and illuminated snowflakes, lookin like some fuckin demon prince in a volcanic ash storm. I bowed my head to him and yelled for Dash. I didn’t take my eyes off him until I was back inside the fence, pushing the gate through the fresh snow to shut it behind the dog. When I looked back from the front porch, he was gone. Around the 27th they’d started hanging out below the bedroom and yelping, whooping, wailing out of nowhere. It got more aggressive and frequent as the nights went on. By the night of the 29th, one had started hanging out on the roof, randomly sprinting the length of the house, as the others would shriek, jibber and moan out in the frozen night, pound on the siding of the house. We had a fan that dulled some of the noise, and I’d started sleeping with earplugs, but it was hard to catch more than 2-4 hours of sleep a night.

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Personally I’m not on a He Man And The Masters This Way To The Christmas Party Christmas Ugly Sweater Party to look trendy. That’s an never-ending treadmill that I don’t have the time, money, or energy for. I think we’ll look back on looks like the volumious top example and wonder what we were thinking. Most millennials at this point have developed a sense of their personal style and what works for them. So my advise to everyone is to forget what is trendy and focus on what is classic and what fits you and your life style. Lastly I’d like to talk about the two reasons why of all the fashions we grew up with we are still hanging on to skinnies? First like I already mentioned comfort is a big part of it. Skinnies have more elastin then any other jean and that makes them softer. Many of these other styles require a more strachy and stiff material and frankly I don’t want that touching my skin. Second they are flattering. They aren’t changing the shape of your leg or your proportions. While not everyone is completely proportional working against your proportions is often a losing battle and embracing your natural shape is often most flattering