Nah. Then you have to pretend to be dead to avoid your husband.

I have been known to do something similar to avoid talking to other people which is why i’m going to die alone.

I’m a dragonfly/praying mantis hybrid.

I thought pretending to be married was enough.

He sees me as an accessory to his life, the person who will unquestioningly give up her own dreams and aspirations to support his.

This will probably get buried but it will be nice to at least have a place to vent.

It’s been around forever, but I still love Bumble & Bumble Thickening Spray.

The internet can seem impersonal and cold, but we’re with you. Whatever comes, you have friends here.

Dress ❤ Congrats!!!!!

Hi! I’m not sure how helpful this will be, it may sound silly but after a really good experience in grad school, my last day after I said goodbye to everyone, I was driving home, heard a sad Elton John tune and it reminded me of my adviser and I broke down crying. Had to pull over. The truth is, for some of us anyway,…

Just remember they are showing you the best parts of their lives. While you see your whole life. There’s nothing wrong with living in an apartment with your kids.

Currently having a small panic attack. Someone please distract me for a bit so I can take my mind off of this issue. Please and thank you.

Bad hombres?

Their debt is likely bigger too.

Guys, I’m dumb so please confirm this to me. If I shamelessly try to hook up with a guy and he can’t be bothered to meet up with me for like three weeks, that means he’s not all that interested, right?

I’ve never commented in this before but I read everyone’s stuff every week!

I know social media isn’t the full story of anyone’s life but lately it seems like my Facebook feed is full of people taking trips-to Ireland, Hawaii, Disney World, New York, etc. Or they’re selling houses and moving into nicer houses. Or they’re all schmoopy about anniversaries. Meanwhile I’m contemplating divorce,…

Props to everyone participating in this march BUT the fact that we have to have this is an embarrassment.

That’ll be twenty Hail Kimmys.

and all 32 of my Titis.