VerucaExtraSalt
VerucaExtraSalt
VerucaExtraSalt

There really aren’t words to describe the utter horribleness. When we were planning our wedding, my wife struggled how to handle her biological father (narcissist, historically abusive) and stepmom, who had always caused awkward scenes at graduations, birthdays, and such in the past. We decided that it was our day,

Thank you. One of my closest friends is estranged from her mom. Seeing how happy and successful she is (compared to how fucked up her life was when her mom was still in it) should be enough proof that not everyone should be close to their family. I myself had some terrifying encounters with her mom (and the man she

It’s so nice to hear someone talk about estrangement in a positive light! It’s so often seen as this last-ditch-survival thing you only do if you have to but it’s the worst, when in reality it can be such a great thing! I am currently struggling with WANTING to cut my mother out of my life, but feeling like I can’t do

My first thought after reading your comment was “Holy shit, somehow your boyfriend and I have the same mother and family!”. My mother is incredibly manipulative and emotionally abusive (My therapist and I think it’s a mix of Borderline Personality and Alcoholism. fun) but rather than address it in a useful way, my

Your sitch sounds a bit like mine. My advice—it’s YOUR day. Only invite people who make you happy. It’s just not worth it to have people there who don’t 100% have your best interests at heart. Neither sets of parents were at our handfasting. We took his mom out to dinner later, and I took great joy in telling my own

I eloped rather then deal with all the drama. A true elopement, too, not the kind my cousin did (for similar reasons) that ended up having about 40 people show.

His parents. Seriously.

I’m a million miles away from getting married (am probs destined for cat-lady-ness) but I would be terrified as to how to handle the situation with my toxic mother, from whom I’ve become almost completely estranged following emotional abuse towards me and physical and emotional abuse to my dad.

I only WISH we’d excluded my husband’s parents from our wedding. Just as we were saying our “I do”s, his dad jumped up out of his seat, shouted “F—- this!”, and stormed out of the room, dragging his wife behind him.

My boyfriend’s mother is absolutely the most toxic person I’ve ever met and through years of therapy he’s been able to put the past behind him and treat her more like an acquaintance than a parent. But I know that if we were to get married and we didn’t invite her, it would send a ripple... no, maybe a tsunami...

why don’t you hold it with a napkin at the bend? that way it both drains the extra grease and keeps your hands clean

I’ve never thought about this. I don’t do it, myself. But this has huge implications. What about scraping off excess mayo or sauce from a sandwich? What about when I want a bacon sandwich but I order a BLT because I’m embarrassed? Can I remove the tomato and lettuce? Where would polite restrictions on food

Or prevent it from running off the slice and onto your shirt, pants, hands, etc.

I might just start saying that I made it up so that nobody has to feel bad about using it. Stealing recipes is okay if you are stealing from horrible people, right? I'll be the Robin Hood of pie.

I’m listening to the Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack right now. I’m about to do some reading for class, and it’s just so calming. And it makes me so happy.

Can’t hang out too long tonight. Going to see The Tragically Hip because I am a good little Canadian. :D Finally getting out of this house for a night!

I bet I would initially hate the wine. It would be gross and arrogant tasting, but it would keep bugging me and badgering me and then I would one day open my eyes and see that this wine is great and makes me feel like a queen and has a trust fund that it didn’t want me to know about.

Further proving this was never about her religious beliefs if she is altering forms that other people have signed. She hates gay people, period.

Selling my clothes drunk on HSN is my dream job.