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I believe everyone has a right to privacy, even from your significant other. I think sharing passwords encourages controlling behavior and is basically founded on mistrust. I’ve had passwords before and found that it did not make me feel any more secure AND it did not stop that boyfriend from cheating on me with a

I can’t think of a legit reason for my boyfriend to have my account and phone passwords. He has his own accounts and phone. Why would he need mine? Absent some actual suspicions about something, why would I demand that he give me his? I don’t believe that just because I’m part of a couple, I have to give up all

Don’t ignore your gut feeling. Several years ago, I dropped my daughter off at preschool and ran into the new summer teacher who I hadn’t met before. I instantly felt something was off about him. He made me uncomfortable. Turns out, he molested nearly all of the girls in the class that summer. One of the only reasons

But people TOLD subway that Jared was a pedophile and they hushed it up. Everyone should be suing subway, especially but not limited to the wife with SMALL CHILDREN that subway didn’t inform.

Yeah, “red flags” are easy to spot in hindsight, but so often they are perfectly consistent with innocent behavior. You can’t go through life just assuming that every slightly odd behavior is something dark and nefarious. There’s an implicit trust you just have to have in people that the things they are doing

:( I’m sorry that happened to you.

It’s ridiculous to suspect she knew about his pedophilia - especially considering he’s a pseudo-celebrity with many legitimate reasons to be away from home. Or what, that she knew everything he was doing on his computer? I’ve been with my wife for over 10 years and I’ve never even bothered to delete my browsing

Exactly. I divorced a man that I found out had been going on Craigslist having sex with strangers—both men and women—for our entire marriage. I had no idea at all. Not even an inkling. I definitely didn’t know he was bisexual, and I didn’t know he was cheating on me. I told someone about it once and they refused to

I agree but it’s not like this is a case of someone accosting her on the street outside of a coffee shop. She sat down for an interview with a major network.

I feel so sorry for her. She probably doesn’t have a legal case, but I wish she did. She says he didn’t do anything to his own children, and I hope that’s true.

At this point if I were a Kardashian, I’d be looking at a stranger’s gift of a fancy car as a Trojan Horse. With tiny robbers or one regular sized burglar, hiding inside ready to slip inside my house and steal all my jewelry.

When I was 16, my mom asked me what I really wanted for my birthday. I told her I wanted a car.

The character’s name is Mrs Ketts, so I’m pretty sure it’s a kettle.

If I wanted quiet, I wouldn’t choose to work in a cafe. My point was that they are talking so loudly that I can hear them through the max volume of my headphones. Which is absofuckinglutely ridiculous and shows a basic lack of self-awareness, especially given the intense glares of every other table in this small cafe.

The first one will give me nightmares today.

The Double Shot Cafe.

Really? I don’t either and I can’t imagine enjoying both having my coffee and getting eaten out at the same time. I don’t know, pretty sure I’d be like, “leave me alone, I’m trying to enjoy my coffee right now” 95% of the time and the other, pretty sure I’d forget the coffee.

If the way coffee shop employees clean out bathrooms is any indication...

This. I guess some people watched Idiocracy and thought there’s what I never knew I always wanted!

What is the appeal of having a coffee and bj together, specifically? I feel like there could be great potential for unfortunate burns, considering how frequently I spill hot coffee on myself while doing nothing but just trying to drink the damn stuff.