We are so fucked (and by we, I mean the whole world). We don’t even KNOW how fucked we are.

The suicide thing as a measure of control is so true. Although there was no DV in my marriage, there was plenty of emotional fuckery and loads of infidelity (on his part). When finally confronted with proof, and the news I had bought a house and left his ass, he instantly “became suicidal”, especially when he couldn’t…

I can’t fathom believing in anything enough to put my child’s life at risk. I would kill my own mother to protect my son.

“I’m giving away many years of my life.”

I had the exact same thing happen to me, except instead of standing in the shower, I was standing over my infant son on his change table, in a night dress that looked like I just participated in the ALS ice bucket challenge, while milk ran down my legs and dripped on my feet.

I wish someone would start a gofundme account and raise a pile of cash that belongs to no one but her, so she can at least leave, breathe, and plan without being beholden to anyone anymore. Can we do this please?

I’m addicted to the Wantable boxes. Every month I tell myself I am going to skip, and then I “forget”.

I have an Etsy shop and I fit most of these demographics. My shop brings in about half what my full time salaried job does, and I work on it about one or two hours a night, so the return is quite good for me. My only complaint is that Etsy has really been ignoring vintage sellers, especially since the IPO. More so…

This story is embarrassing, mostly because I did it entirely to myself and can’t blame a single other soul for my mortification.

One of the major failings of our society is that we make criminals into celebrities.

Yes, because that part is the real injustice here.

All babies (and parents) are different and have different needs. Being a “good mother” is simply being able to figure out what these are and meet them.

Thanks. It's been trying. We have a fairly regular sex life now, but the emotional damage still lingers a bit. I'm resentful now that I am "skinny" again, because he wants me now and that just salts the wounds. I also have zero tolerance for him lamenting when I'm not in the mood because...well, that part's probably…

yeah, I think doxxing her would be kinda shitty.

This was nearly me. I had some pretty fucked up eating habits (as in "forgetting" to eat for two or three days at a time) and survived mostly on coffee and cigarettes. I was a size 0 when he married me and a size 3 when I got pregnant. Once I found out I quit smoking in a week and started eating 3 regular, healthy…

It is moments like this that make me wish that I could be a believer in religion, because nothing would be more satisfying to me than knowing that this piece of shit spent the rest of his life suffering in prison, only to go straight to the deepest pit of hell where his soul would be tortured and burned for all of…

You are fantastic. All the hundos and stars for you!

I had kind of the opposite experience. My mother in law insisted on planning my entire wedding because "I lived far away". My dress was the one thing about my wedding I picked out that was me. She hated it.

When I was in high school we used to put temporary dread locks in our hair (I am a blonde with super thin hair). This required massive amounts of hair spray, splitting the hair into sections and twirling it until it stayed put. I spent a good chunk of tenth grade walking around looking like I had 7 tree branches…

"But only 13.6 were willing to endorse the statement that they would they would rape a woman under the same circumstances."