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Don Draper was my father. I’ve watched seasons one, two, and, i think, three, whichever was the one where he got booted out of his house. PTSD is the way i have been describing why it is i cannot move further in the series. Plus, I’m an adopted recovering catholic, and i worked in the washington public affairs

read this last night, and followed what you said today during a conversation. it is amazing.

Women are not exempt from this syndrome. I can only relate it to abusived children who become abusive parents. In DC, i worked for a woman CEO of a large public affairs firm for five years. She was where she was by seeing how the guys did it and not calling attention to herself. She had to work her way up. learning

i am so sorry ... you’ll feel disconnected for a while, and let it be that way. grieve her, because you loved her. my mom died in 2001, and i still have so many things that belonged to her, including clothes and shoes, even though i am way bigger than her. I gave some of them to her sisters and nieces, but there are a

I worked for a former member of congress in DC, who was hired by a law firm to be their rainmaker. He rarely showed up in the office at all, spending most of his time having sumptuous lunches, playing golf, drinking with buddies, or dallying on his boat with young women who were not his wife. He had me to do the

actually, you’re not boring at all. you’ve articulated it perfectly. sorry about your cyst. hope you are well soon.

You are awesome. and so honest about what it’s like to make that crawl out of the dark. I struggle with this every day, wondering if i am manic. My doctor says, “no you are not manic. This is how it works for healthy people.” Coming out of that hole and into the light, for me, has been a glorious, scary shock. i can’t

Law & Order: so great to nap to ... i fall asleep in the middle of one episode and wake up two hours later and feel like i haven’t missed anything.

work out time for me sometimes consists of walking outside to get my mail or doing what he would think of as “boring” stuff. Three hours in a gym? isn’t there a scientific name for that obsession? besides narcissism?

He admits that to him, not working is the only time he gets bummed out or depressed. And so he never doesn’t work.

Stylists always want to and have given me layers. What a mess! Or worse, used the razor-y thing. I end up with huge frizz, making me look a little crazy, especially in this are of sleek blondes with no sweat glands. Don't let this happen to you xo

that is who she aspired to be, and she came pretty close.

it’s all about quality of life. amirite?

at least you try...

no, wait...this is more like it, except i don’t look this good.

i snort and guffaw. it is so lady-like ... but i am fun to be with!

Free. She is kind of ocd. I like my OCD friends because they keep me looking fine.

sometimes i think i might be a man.

hugs to you...i’m there too!

this happened to me. I thought i was the only bride who ever gained weight before the wedding. My mom and dad, who were already completely neurotic with no reason about my weight, kept wringing their hands every time i went for a fitting. I felt so ashamed and huge. A week before the wedding i went for the final