I went through this exact same scenario about 18 years ago. When I finally worked up the courage to leave, it felt like I had air in my lungs again. I feel your housing costs, I live a little south of you in a very pricey area, but you can handle it. Whatever transition BS you need to go through will be well worth…

GORGEOUS.

I wear this shirt all the damn time. You’re not taking it away from me.

Black Butte Porter. ICE cold.

I do.

I have collected these for years and own many! I love me some vintage tablecloths!

I rarely go by registries. I like to find something off-list at an antique store.

I took my husbands name (and it wasn’t a hassle), primarily because I didn’t want to be associated with my toxic family’s name but also... I’m traditional in that way, and I love my husband’s name. It’s pretty unique.

Bless.

I feel your grief and hate of the situation.

O&M.

Bravo.

Write a note and pass it to customer gently.

Open Relationship maybe not for you.

Watch this. Especially if you weren’t a fan. Amazing.

We’re crying with you. We get it.

*Exhale*

You are darling.

I made egg salad. Because we had eggs, mayo, mustard, and bread.