Two thirty-something men with their own young families and ever-diverging roles in the family business are no longer the double act they once were. Sounds like a normal adult sibling relationship to me.

Breaking: Adult Siblings Don't Live in Each Other's Pockets, Occasionally Disagree.

Then I want Tiffany Trump to rise up and reveal herself as a progressive elven queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love her and despair!

“Of course they are!” Trump agreed. “When they’re the father and your son’s entire career is dependent on that, they own you. Sean, that’s what it is.”

He cheated on ADA Cabot, and that’s all I need to know about him to know that he’s up to no good!

This seems more an issue with the interviewer than Hillary. I do like that Chelsea wasn’t going to play the interviewers game and was direct.

This is classic TERF/transphobe tactics: find the most extreme possible example, get someone who is casually ok with trans folks to go along with it, and then try to portray them as agreeing with you. Hillary Clinton has actually worked to measurably improve trans lies, I’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt…

the only cruise i would ever do is a viking river cruise. this is because their ads before PBS Masterpiece always made me want to be an elegant retiree gliding along the rhone with my aging but still dashing lawyer husband while taking in the sights of ancient europe, but also because it’s a river so if the boat…

I’m so glad it worked out for you! And I totally wouldn’t have told them you knew before you started if you could hide it! Good luck with your pregnancy journey.

Yes, they are. My mom went to confession some time ago when she found out my dad was stepping out on her and the priest straight up told her that she needed to focus on her duties as a wife and mother because my father was busy being a provider and a man. Wtf

Thank you! Yes I know, mean priest. Mum was very offended.

A potential boss, while having an informal interview with me, noticed my ring and asked if I was married. I responded that I was recently engaged, and he bluntly asked when I was planning on having the wedding and whether we were considering kids. I was fairly taken aback, since he was interviewing me for a legal…

(Hoping this doesn’t get buried in the greys) The summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college, I stayed to work in the city it the two bedroom apartment style dorm I had lived in during the year, and was joined by three summer session girls from another school. They were all old, close friends, but one…

Longtime lurker, first-time poster. I doubt this will make it out of the grays, but I’m adding to the stories of dead loved ones saying hi. Not scary, but not exactly your everyday occurrence. This is probably longer than it needs to be, but that’s okay.

One day I’m walking up to my apartment and notice a cinder block is sitting underneath one of my bedroom windows. I’m puzzled, how long has that been there? There’s a dumpster for our building’s trash at the end of the drive, and I think, maybe it accidentally ended up over next to my window when someone was trying to…

When my daughter was a baby, my husband and I moved from the city up to the suburbs, into an old 1890's colonial. She was our first, and she was not an easy sleeper. We kept one bloodshot eye half open aimed at the baby monitor, and an ear cocked for her cries. She was almost a year old when we moved into the house,…

When I was 21, in 2012, I was hit with a depressive episode that lasted for months. I hadn’t found a good therapist yet and my mother was so prejudiced against anti-depressants that I didn’t realize they were an option. I was miserable. I went to school and work, and spent every minute of my time at home in bed,…

17 years ago, I found myself in rehab for alcoholism. The experience was positive and I’ve remained sober ever since. When my stint in rehab was finished, I couldn’t afford my old apartment and needed to find a new living arrangement. Thankfully, two of my fellow rehabbers, D. and A., needed a roommate and offered me…

I think I might have written this before, but I can’t find it in my post history! My dad’s dad owned a grocery store in Southern Ontario. This was back in the 60’s & 70’s – a little corner grocery with five shopping carts that were on the cutting edge of the grocery store experience at the time.

My mom was killed by my father in 2017 in a murder-suicide. It was a total shock, to say the least. Since then, I’ve had some weird things happen. I will have super vivid dreams where she’s standing at the end of my bed, screaming, and I can’t help her. Another weird thing is my cell dials her number every couple…