PeachyTeach
PeachyTeach
PeachyTeach

"I think a lot of this is that people who are close with their family don't understand the concept of not being close with your family."

I think a lot of this is that people who are close with their family don't understand the concept of not being close with your family. My parents weren't abusive, and I don't actively dislike them or anything, but...I just don't want to be around them. Like, almost ever. I have one or two things in common with my

Holy shit. I'm sorry they treated you so poorly, but this is full of win:

I attempted to quit religion when I was about 14. Driving home one day my mom was talking about upcoming church plans, and I told her I wasn't going. I told her, for the first time, that I was atheist. She said "I know," in a really pissy voice and that was that. Only it wasn't.

I was working in medical supplies. I brought in about ten million dollars a month for my company and did the order processing, billing and sterilization of medical supplies. Also set up the builds with the product manager and handled inventory with 7 international warehouses, the smallest of which had over 2 million

I have an almost-stick and poke, in that I did the art work but I had a professional do the tattoo.

Quasi-sterilised needles? Poseurs. In my day it was a rusty compass and bic ink sucked out of a pen! Still, my old classmate who eternally proclaimed his love for 'Neeve' on his arm for all eternity under a shaky...frankly, it looked Arnold's head...is finally on the cutting edge of fashion.

CLUE. hands down.

The name thing always bugged me. Either they intended on slur word play or they're just really fucking stupid and can't spell "tartar". I don't give them the benefit of the doubt.

Some Doras get a sweet backpack, but some just end up with an old bag.

I had a great-grandma who made her husband move out, but would still send him clean laundry and meals for the week. In the past, if rich people could afford it, they'd live separately, even if they stayed together. I know is not quite the same as what you're saying, but sometimes people did separate, even if divorce

"Had 'Saving Christmas' run any longer, Cameron would no doubt have found a way to find the divinity in Frosty, Rudolph, the Grinch, peppermint bark, the Elf on the Shelf, frosted cranberry hand soap and Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo."

To be fair, my grandparents were totally wild back in their day. Oldest grandmother (b. 1918) had four daughters by four different men, and prior to being born again loved to show the men at the USO a great time. She was from a poor family in Oklahoma, and in every picture of her she was standing in front of a shack

My parents and grandparents are responsible for a good chunk of the divorce rate. Between my parents, 5 divorces; between my grandparents, 4 or 5 divorces. So I attribute the reduction in the divorce rate largely to the fact that my grandparents have passed, and can no longer get married, and the fact that my

I always just assumed parson brown was a crayola color.

Thankfully, I do not remember the most horrible Thanksgiving of my family, but the story has been repeated so often that it is inextricable from my thoughts of the holiday.

I'm of the mind that if you think women should be ladies then you must provide a castle,a throne, and some big ass jewelry.

omg every reason is it's own little world of WTFness, like a box of bizarre-stuffed truffles