(From conversation with
artan_eter.)
Having a partner in grad school is like being in a poly situation in which one is a) mandated as a secondary partner and b) the primary partner is a demanding, autocratic drama queen in a perpetual state of crisis meltdown.
Having a partner in grad school is like being in a poly situation in which one is a) mandated as a secondary partner and b) the primary partner is a demanding, autocratic drama queen in a perpetual state of crisis meltdown.
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(And hygges)
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Masters, but yes, same setup.
Typical scenario: He's emerged from the office to do the necessary. I approach him as he's coming back from his bathroom break.
Me: Can I make you something to eat?
Him: I CANNOT DEAL WITH THAT RIGHT NOW AND I DON'T HAVE TIME TO DISCUSS WHY I CAN'T. I JUST. . . !CAN'T! *stomps back into office*
I'm so glad I made him take the semester off when he quit his job to go work for the start-up based two states away using a new and different set of technologies for him (that closed our city's new office *the week it opened*, four months after his hire, because they "changed strategies").
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(Master's, too, but it probably should be a clinical doctorate.)
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I am really, really tired of it.
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In 2006, my first successful (other than primary) poly relationship was with a young woman working on a masters' at an Ivy.
She often referred to the main subject of her thesis as an abusive psychopathic primary.
So I bought her a stuffed animal and gave it that person's name, in a diminutive form.
Pugachev became Pug.