I see your point (and they KNOW they are a cheating piece of scum so blame isn’t important at this point), but you try to break it off in a manner that they will not then stalk you and hunt you down to kill you. This is an important consideration when taking someone to Splitsville, how to survive it.

Over the top IS the way to go.

I love this because its a way to teach people (who obviously don’t know) how to put a roll of toilet paper roll on its designated holder. No more excuses after this.

Good marketing.

Maybe its just me, but, I find myself asking “What the serious fuck is WRONG with people?” a lot lately. Same applies here. WTF Monica???? 

And next week a new study will come out that will show some other result. You can only do what you can do as a human being. There are no perfect people and no perfect parents (but a hell of a lot of judgemental people, especially on “mommy blogs”).

Nothing blinds us like love. 

If my friends start dating (or heaven forbid, I set them up) it with the clear verbal statement/prior agreement from both parties that no matter what happens, its not my fault, they are on their own.

I went through that too, and that whole “trying to get pregnant” thing sounds a lot more fun that it actually is. Sex on a schedule, and foreplay was taking my temperature. (After we stopped trying, gave up and were looking into adoption, it happened.  Go figure.)

Judging solely by the number of pot heads that I know that have 8 kids by 6 different baby mamas, maybe this is true. 

That is so awful, it made me laugh. 

Happy birthday, Little One. You are beautiful.

Yes! I had the last (birth order) of the grandchildren and my mother didn’t want her to come over because my siblings had pushed their kids on she and my dad all the time and she told me she was tired of grandchildren and babysitting.

Don’t forget that you also still have to do 5 days worth of work (without loss of quality), in 4 days for that 80% of the usual wage.

I am the mother of a very tall daughter, I just kept a copy of her birth certificate in my purse when she was in this age range. Problem solved and I was (as an honest person) NEVER insulted if anyone asked for proof.

I was 14, cruising back roads with some of my GFs in one of their dads old style Ford pick ups on what we used to call a 4D session*. They handed me the keys, I took off (spinning gravel everywhere) and the rest is history.

Female here. I am no mechanic, but I will stop if I see a woman on the side of the road just to make sure she is ok, has someone coming/offer a ride/phone, and to stay with her until real help arrives, since I would be of zero practical help. I would probably stop if it was a man, but only if he appeared to be at least…

Maybe something even more frightening, like “I am glad you stopped by, I am with the Jehovah’s Witnesses and I want you to have this complimentary pamphlet.....”.  

Filters - Furnace and water. 

I might consider one for security if he had a BIG dog bark, and not a little yappy dog bark. I want to hear rabid, foaming-at-the-mouth, hungry German Shepherd with PMS and a gun, not spazzy little Chihuahua.