The Dishwasher Was the Last Straw

A stupid appliance made realize what one of my C-PTSD triggers is.

Licensed via Adobe Stock // This sums up my feelings entirely

I’ve owned a condo for six years.

If it wasn’t for the quarterly bills I get from the City, my crappy botched paint jobs, and the huge plumber bill I was totally ass-rammed by when I had five months left until my move to Los Angeles, I honestly haven’t really felt like a…