Never subjected to obnoxiousness like this. Nursed in restaurants, during doctor's appointments, in the car when parked, whenever the kids need(ed) or want(ed) noms. Never on a plane though, I don't fly. No one ever hassled me and no stranger has ever offered encouragement or praise that I can recall. I live in…

I don't know, seems like a cool goal to me. And you're so close!

Holy crap that sounds like a great wedding reception. LotR marathon!! Also congratulations :)

Holy shit, thank you for pointing that out. The name breezed right by me.

Word. And hugs and good wishes to you.

He is definitely a troll.

What sorts of things do you say in the course of being not-nice to the jerks who get to stage 4?

Two other things: most casual flings are NOT like this. And as to what you should do? You should tell him, if he tries to contact you again, tell him "Do not contact me again" and block him on all social media, don't answer his calls, etc. If he shows up at your house/apt/whatever, tell him through the door to go…

Holy shit woman. You dodged a bullet (or are dodging one). Telling this loon to kiss off is absolutely the thing to do. You have been waaay nicer to him than he deserves. Be careful though... it was smart to take some time away because he really does sound awful and a bit scary.

Well played.

I think pickme was kidding.

That little kid looks very happy in his harness.

I don't know, from what I've seen of your comments you seem like a good writer. Reading this one gave me a sad.

All the hugz, if you want them. People are so f'in mean sometimes.

Fuck. I hate office politics. I'm sorry that happened to you.

Yeah, I totally did take it too literally. I was six kinds of grumples this morning, I probably should have stayed out of the comments section entirely.

Thank you.

This. Pictures of my firstborn were passed around the family digitally which was totally okay, until one asshat relative posted them on facebook despite knowing that neither myself nor my husband use facebook, nor do we want pictures of ourselves online. Oh, the rage.

Mmmm nope. I like the poem, but my children are my children. I don't "own" them, they are wee people, but I went through misery to have them and imo earned the right to call them mine. Not Life's. Mine.

In a Psych class in college, my prof told us about a case in Texas in which a man shot and killed a repo guy who was trying to repossess his truck in the wee hours, and the shooter got off because of this law. You couldn't pay me enough to do repo work in TX.
Anyway, this case is fucking disgusting.