You asked for it...

We began this year with 2 big (old) dogs, one small, and two cats that were abandoned and supposed to just be in foster care until yada, yada... too many animals.

Then, my s/o found a stray cat under the house and brought her inside just in time to have kittens. So we were up to a total of 12 animals in a 2 bedroom home.

One of the old dogs died a couple of weeks ago.

One of the cats has an ear infection as walks around with it's head twisted sideways, now that it can walk again, but isn't safe to go outside (my back yard is more or less a national park, almost literally) because even though we have an abundance I like the poor fella and don't want to pick up pieces of him when the coyotes come through.

There's adorable extra expense running and bouncing all over everything.

So for the past few months, as I went from holding $5k worth of Splinterlands cards to having a quarter of a million dollars, and watching it slip back down to $150k,quitting my job, making moves, etc..., I've been realizing that my s/o seems to be more interested in becoming crazy cat lady than building a legit future with me.

So, if you're aware of the Splintershards airdrop situation, you know that it's fairly safe to say that every $1k I have to cash out this year is $5k-$10k I don't have next year, so unless I want to be a complete idiot, instead of the part time gig I have now, I can't just up and leave without some serious reorganizing, but none-the-less, I'm thinking of buying a van and living on the road for a while, until I decide whether I want to start looking for a house somewhere, or a plot of land in El Salvador to mine BTC on.

I need serious dental care... thousands of dollars worth, and I just had to spend money to replace a washer that was still broken after we (read she) wouldn't take the professionals advice and get another one, but instead had him try to repair.

Then her kid or one of the two of her friends (all in college), who live here for free for some reason, broke the dryer by putting about 150 pounds of soaking wet towels in it instead of doing anything smarter.

The dead end relationship I thought was finally turning around seems to have just crashed and burned and I don't know whether to just walk away or try to clean up the wreckage...

If you wouldn't be Diabolika without some hell, then I shouldn't be Sinistry without some sin (read hedonism, not stray kittens and kids, goddamn it). I don't like the hell platter so much... I think they got my order wrong...