Ha ha, the teenager who killed my mom in an automobile crash walked away with some light fines, but it’s totes cool because my mother and our family are “in his prayers and his parents’ prayers.”

CHristian redemption though doesn’t mean that you don’t get punished or have to face consequences. Forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting. The parents should be donating money to teaching men to not fucking rape.

I gave up trying to help him, get his shit together, six years ago. The final blow came after one of his quilt trips. I had been running myself ragged, a crazy work schedule (70+ work hours week) doing 95% of all the house work, 80% of all the childcare, and responsible for 100% of all our family bills and expenses.…

I’m completely exhausted being the sole financially responsible person in the marriage, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life taking care of my spouse, an immature narcissist, who’s been a half-assed parent and hasn’t shown the slightest interest in my well being.

Not to mention that it’s the gift that just never, ever stops giving. Would that it was a “one and done”-type thing. I have kids with my ex and it seems I end up reliving the divorce about once every 2-3 months. Fun stuff.

Right? I didn’t hate my ex. It was painful and sad and I was angry at him at times, as I sure he was at me. But to look at this person you used to just love unreservedly and see it all falling apart is nothing less than fucking brutal.

My thoughts exactly as I read the “darkly enjoyable” line. There is nothing remotely fun about divorce. It was the second most stressful, painful period in my entire life. The first most stressful, painful period was when my husband was busy blowing up our marriage. If I hadn’t had a very, very good therapist, I…

I think people that haven’t been divorced or maybe even married seem to think it’s fun to legally go after someone you hate. They ignore the fact that divorce is horrible because oftentimes the hate is so mixed up with the love that all the “fun” of being bitchy is removed. It’s just flat awful.

I hope you never go through a divorce. Maybe I did my divorce “wrong” but there was nothing enjoyable about it. Not even “darkly enjoyable.” Devastating and tedious? Sure.

What were her options? Nobody was coming to the rescue. It was only a matter of time before her father killed her mother or a sibling. Or the whole fucking household.

If you actually read the stories, she did her damnedest to protect her kids with her life. Her abusive husband repeatedly told her that if she tried to escape or defied him, he would murder her kids in front of her. If, instead, she let herself be beaten, he apparently stuck to beating her and did not physically harm…

Stand your Ground is for white men. There was a prosecutor in Florida (IIRC) who explicitly said that the law shouldn’t count for domestic violence victims.

Can someone please explain to me why many states are totally cool with Stand Your Ground laws/using deadly force to “prevent death or great bodily harm” but this little girl faces life in prison for shooting someone who repeatedly threatened to kill his entire family with that very gun?

I’m on nothing besides my 162 verbal IQ. Writing is like breathing to me. It becomes so burnt into the circuitry of my limbic system that I fall into a hypnotized state, and the subconscious moves the hand in the direction it deems efficient and worthwhile. I am not even aware of what I am writing. The words flow…

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Boy that must be a great baby if it’s worth forty bucks just to touch it.

Is it wrong that I’d give up half my finger to have some chill time on a boat off the coast of Turkey?

“I had the blessing of raising her pretty much on my own,” Ms. Maples said.

For people who are wondering what the bar is, it’s called the Gold Spike. It’s off the strip in the Fremont. They also have a Harry Potter themed bar in Fremont too.