not a good day, sadly
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Well, I spent most of my day hanging out in a hospital waiting room with my daughter while my ex got a CT scan on her heart.
It was stressful, but then my ex managed to make it worse, as after it was over, she asked me to run her to get some pet food, and while at the checkout, the cashier first called me "sir", and then corrected himself and called me "ma'am". Of course, my ex couldn't stand that, and loudly "corrected" him while I stood there feeling helpless to stop her.
As if my week hasn't been hard enough with PTSD flashbacks, physical pain and depression, she has to add to my already large amount of dysphoria ...