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The term “mental gymnastics” comes to mind....

Truth. There are a lot of men I work with closely that I have NO idea what they’re like at home. Abusers are well-documented at having a duality.

As a poor American (no family legacy of Greek life in college), I’m mystified too. I made friends in college, but even if I hadn’t.....I’m not going to be abused for the “privilege” of having a few chums.

Gob WAS literally known for his “forget-me-now” pills....

Same.....I had that sad teenaged anger at Anna because I was convinced in my dumb brain that Sergei and I were meant for each other.

Sami, why are you trying to be with your sister’s man?!? She got acid in the face and now this?

Damn you, Stefano! <shakes fist as he absconds with Marlena for the billionth time>

I wish I had an answer for you. I wish I understood all the questions that spring from the fact that, as a species, we can put a rover on another planet and paint the Sistine Chapel but also burn our own children for falling to marry the right person.

I’m so sorry. While I’m not for locking them up and throwing away the key, I also can’t choke down the fact that someone KILLED my mom and had to pay $500 in fines as punishment.

You’re good people, for sticking to the scene and helping the elderly couple get help. I hate to be all “kids these days” but when I did driver’s ed in high school, we got the gory video “Room to Live.” We got uncensored stories of the terrible things that can happen on the road - swerving into the path of trucks,

What IS the driving with headphones thing?!? I’ve seen it and I don’t understand it.....

Well, the lawyer in my mom’s case argued that she was partially to blame for her own death, since she was fat and the steering column was very close to her already when she was driving. You know, it wasn’t completely the speeding, texting teen’s fault....

I have the EXACT same fear. I give them wide berth for the same reason.

YES! I think that’s part of my own resistance to having kids. I fully embrace that mothers need support from other mothers, but when you go from being “Jane, mother of one, fan of ‘Doctor Who’ and historical fiction” to “clothdiapermama82" or “CEO of Baby Brayden Corp,” it’s frightening.

I was a baby fed on formula, who cried it out in the crib. I didn’t turn into a serial killer or Libertarian. Everything is okay.

Exactly! A sales director at my work refers to his Tesla as “his baby,” yet no one jumps on him and reminds him that he didn’t create the Tesla or push it out of his body or whatever.

You mean this rapidly growing bear cub ISN’T a human baby?!?

God, it would make the best Lifetime movie ever.

A crib is made of BARS, which shapes a fragile baby brain into believing that prison is inevitable. It’s been proven that babies who slept in cribs are 312% more likely to commit petty larceny, mayhem, and light arson as adults.

I once made the mistake of referring to my dog as my baby (as in, “here’s an old picture of my baby Ruby when she was just a puppy....”) and people JUMPED ON MY ASS about it. Yes, I know my dog isn’t a literal baby. The razor teeth and roundworms were kind of a giveaway.