I could parent. I think I would be a good parent with a happy child. Ideally with a partner.

No desire whatsoever to be pregnant. None.

My quandary is a little different. I lean towards the wanting to be a mom end of things, and I have an amazing partner who has said multiple times he would be happy to be a stay at home dad, or work from home dad (and we are lucky since he has a career that he can do from anywhere). The thing though, is that I have…

This is me and my husband. However we've come to the agreement that there will be one child assuming we can have one because there is no way in hell I am doing IVF and I am hard pressed to invest in adoption when I would rather have 6 dogs instead.

It's not having kids that scares me, it's PREGNANCY. I love babies and while I don't really want the responsibility of one now, I think I'd be ready by 30. I wouldn't mind being a stay at home mom, at least not while the kids were still too young for school.

I was terrified it was going to be Lonely Goatherd!

My grandma's lifelong best friend passed away a few years ago. She had been a pretty constant figure in my life, and was very sweet and gentle, a perfect foil to my mean spiteful grandma. I was very upset and didn't make it to the funeral — it was one of those things where I was going to have to go by myself, and…

I'm a bit late to the party but this was truly an epic meltdown which could have easily been my last.

Welp, making meatloaf was your first mistake. That shit is disgusting.

I uh, have a bit of an issue with anxiety, for which I am now medicated. I am, apparently, still a bit high-strung, as one might say. I have had a vast and possibly embarrassing number of meltdowns, although I tend to keep them no more public than around my husband (poor man). Highlights include a winter evening in my…

I was stuck in bed (up four flights of stairs) with a hip-to-ankle cast on my leg after dislocating my knee. The girl in the room next door went out for the afternoon and left her CD player on. Top volume. Just one song on repeat.

A few years ago I was working in retail and was having a pretty bad week - lots of awful customers, understaffed, overworked, kid clogged the toilet, stressed about school, etc, when my manager calls me into the office to talk about a mistake I had made. Context: me and my manager didn't really get along. Just…

I LOVE THIS ONE. One perk of having borderline personality disorder is that I have so many I could chose.

If you guys had posted this in a couple of months, I suspect I would have a story. For now, I'm just quietly panicking every night because I don't think I want to be married (to anyone, it's not my husband specifically) and I think I knew that from about the first day my husband and I were dating and I still did it…

I was in shock, BP down to 70/60, my husband holding one ankle, my mother and sister on the other and I screamed at everyone in the room, "I hope you enjoy the show!" And passed out.

Ok, so this whole thing started after a bad breakup (natch. He broke up with me by telling me hid new girlfriend had "eyes like the sea after a storm" I know where that's from motherfucker! I know." So a bunch of my friends take me out for drinks and dancing, and one of them is dating one of the party bus drivers and…

When I was younger and a single overworked mother of an overactive 2 year old I had a mortifying public meltdown. My daughter was usually very well behaved but this day she decided to test her new found sense of independence in Macys. She was doing the typical bratty two year old stuff...throwing things...hiding in…

I'm pretty good at meltdowns, but my most messy? Interesting? Laughable? Would have to be a few years back.

I'm normally a very nice person who values politeness and kindness- until this one day. I had just moved from a pedestrian-friendly city to one that required a car, and was still adjusting to car culture when I got really sick and had to go to the doctor. The office was in one of the busiest areas of the city, and I…

A few years back, 4am at the trashiest gay club in Chicago. Like they pump in copious amounts of what we called "shame mist" so your bad decisions were harder to see, and there were no doors on the bathrooms. I am drunk as a skunk. Somebody asks my guy friend if I'm some straight girl he brought with him. I yell, "I'm…