I need 2000 Chris Pratt to rescue me from a band of unsavoury men set on defiling my person. Preferably, he will rescue me on horseback while wearing a kilt. My bosom will be heaving appropriately as I gaze into his cerulean blue orbs.

in a year circa 2000 this would be poster on my wall

I TOTALLY agree that he should be the one to move out in this situation. However, we currently live in a tiny town in the Midwest and I only moved here for him. So I want to get the hell out of here ASAP. Half the town is his family.

Here to sympathize with you, girl. It's not the same, but...

Here you go: my sleeping cat and my dog, who is a real good sport. I hope it brings you a smile....I'd send you a box of wine if I could....

Got no cat gifs, nor do I have Netflix recommendations since all I'm watching there is Orange Is The New Black and I don't know if that would be good or bad for you. I will say however as a divorce survivor as crappy as things are for you now they can get better. We went through therapy as well and it went nowhere. He…

We always need humans to open cans for us. We will send the catmobile to pick you up.

I recently started watching "once upon upon a time" time on Netflix. It's not too heavy, it's got an interesting story line, and there's about a billion episodes. Good luck with everything.

Hugs from Team Cat HQ

One movie that helped me put my divorce and attitude afterwards in perspective was "Living Out Loud, " (1998). It's on Amazon Instant Streaming. Not the perfect movie, but it is reassuring to see there is life (even a sweet one) after divorce. Ending our first marriage was the biggest favor my first husband ever did…

An oldie but a goodie:

Last Sunday my husband told me he wants to move out. He needs to be single and figure out what he wants in life. After months of couples therapy and ten years together, there's nothing else I can do. I can't make him stay married to me. Now I'm applying for jobs in different cities, since I only moved to this town for…

Yesterday night, me and my guys were hanging out at someone's house, around a fire and we were drinking. We started talking about the Ray Rice incident, and for the first time ever, I disclosed my rape and abusive relationship to my friends.

in a perfect world we'd all be required to SUPPORT ourselves on part-time minimum wage work for six months before being allowed to work anywhere else. no using mom and dad's credit card. no calling in favours from family friends and connections. this is how millions upon millions of people in our first-world countries…