Well, when comparing the two things with each other, if even .5% of your population thinks public beheadings and marrying pre-pubescent concubines is a good look, it’s really too much.

Because a large percentage of the population believes Noah literally lived on a boat approximately the size of a modern day destroyer with two of every animal (including dinosaurs!) for 364 days.

The only surprising thing here is that they have 50 Massachusetts locations. Who the hell is even eating that slop?

I should also add that the next three days were a NIGHTMARE. I had to sleep in the same bed as him, and he asked me if I wanted to go sightseeing. NO!?!?! I had to figure out my life! I had just moved three months ago, and I had to figure out what I wanted to do next. I ended up moving back to the west coast after…

He sounds like he has some sort of rather obvious mental disorder. He’s clearly not capable of understanding a lot his interactions with other people (and their reactions).

I was like this woman during a break up. Very calm and civil. It was satisfying that one time, but not sustainable. 

JEsus, even if he thought you had broken up, who the fuck wants to hear a graphic play-by-play of their ex’s hookups?? What a tool.

Did Andrew suffer his traumatic brain injury before or after you started dating him?

I must buy stuff with lots of preservatives cuz I’ve had salsa last for eons in the fridge...

This happened to me and my meatloaf. I took it out of the oven and inadvertently put it down on a wet dishtowel. The meatloaf and the dish went to smithereens, and I had to explain to my husband why there were clumps of meatloaf on the ceiling.

Holy shit, how is that so evocative? I swear to god I can ... taste? the smell? of the inside of my grandmother’s purse right now.

I live in Poland and my soon to be ex-husband’s family friends were coming for his birthday dinner. I was cooking - had planned a big meal in fact. The day of the event the mother of the family calls and says - “we will bring the cake”.

I mean that’s kind of rude, if someone feeds you something inedible for dinner you say thank you, eat as little as possible and order pizza on the way home.

I had a childhood friend whose mom always made unsweetened Kool-Aid and you were supposed to add SACCHARINE TABLETS to your glass. Tasted like the inside of your oldest purse.

Adjusting recipe amounts is the modern day version of hubris, and the punishments just as devastating.

So they will feel bad about themselves and be easier to manipulate into catering to the narc’s needs, who then becomes the only intermittent source of joy, if he feels so inclined. To someone high on the narcissistic spectrum, you are yesterday’s paper. He can do with it as he pleases, re-read it, throw it out, put it…

Mine were P., O., and U. There went my twenties, catering to three narcissists’ needs, desparately trying to prove myself worthy of their affection by staying small.

Thanks!! My favorite part is how much joy I get out of the small things now...Trees and more beautiful, flowers smell better, food taste better. I literally forgot what it felt like to be happy. 

Definitely have aversions to specific names... Scott’s are all assholes, don’t @ me... And yes, taking as much $ as courts allowed and then some because he’s never come back in the YEARS since the divorce.  You only want to be Santa Claus?  Alright then, Santa can front everything.  

Comments like this are why I love our Jezebel community so much.