Talk To A Therapist * RANT & PLEA*

My name is Abby. Some of you may already know that, some of you may not. Either way, I got this name by default (another thing that some of you may know). I am not by any means Abigail VanBuren and giving advice is NOT something that I enjoy doing.
In the span of about a month, I have found myself in the middle of numerous relationships, political spats at the workplace, and family quarrels.
Todays blog is my way of making an effort to put my foot down. I DONT WANT TO HEAR ANYONE ELSE'S PROBLEMS ANYMORE. I don't want to be in the middle, I don't want to hear how it all ends. I just want to be left alone. I know that this is quite selfish as I have my problems as well but at the end of the day the problems that I am solicited to give advice on will either continue or be solved with our without my input. So, for this reason, please leave me alone. Or, to make things more clear... I refuse to listen. I quit listening. I want to solve my own problems. In case you wondered, I have MANY of my own to tend to and bog myself down with other peoples woes is really not a good look for me right now.
Do I want to know how you feel, do I want to know if it all works out, do I want to know if you got written up, let go or led on? HELL NO. So there is your answer. I don't want to be a part of it. I don't want to know. I just want to be a good time gal. Call me when things are good and leave me alone when you're struggling to row up sh*ts creek. Chances are, you will see me a little ways ahead furiously shoving my ore into the pool of crap I'm in and trying to get out just like you.
Bottom line folks, when it comes to your sh*t, don't tell me about it. I have my own sh*t to do and get out of please and thanks!

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