I wholeheartedly agree. 

It’d also help if corporate America were on board with fathers being more involved... and not go the way my husband’s company did and give him a piddly bonus so that “Maybe you can put a downpayment on a pre-owned car so you don’t have to drive your wife to her appointments.”

True story. They also called him in on his…

I work for a game company so I feel it’s a bit absurd to go that route with what we do. Certain industries where people aren’t generally tech savvy, I’d understand it a bit more.

We have people like this in our office. It’s apparently been a pretty big issue but instead of having a company meeting or something to educate people on what to look for and what not to do, they decided to revoke access to pretty much everything. Like- I can’t delete program icons from my desktop without IT…

Just.... why....

Claims were made that my honor was defended, but when I ask how the details become very fuzzy. I’m going with fuck all nothing being said in my defense. My FiL’s actions and other’s comments to me since this event have kind of solidified my suspicions.

That lichen room was turned into a cave. Black curtains over the windows- moisture dripping down the walls coming from... we couldn’t figure it out. It was so very bizarre.

And the cat poop... it makes ZERO sense to me that someone would do that. Like, do you not smell the literal shit fermenting? We also lived in a…

Oh- so many terrible moving stories. I don’t know whether the slob roommate, the hoarder roommate, or the dumbfuck movers are the most entertaining, so I’ll tell ‘em all! Sorry for the wall ahead of time.

The Slob:
We always wondered why our place smelled. We had a few animals, but no matter how much I cleaned- it…

Went from an already hefty 36DD to somewhere between a 38G/H with very little gapping between (and apparently we need the inside underwire to go up to our f*cking chin...). The mere thought of bra shopping makes me want to cry in frustration- and I definitely have had to hold back tears after being turned away from…

The signature Trump neck waddle and dead eyed stare is enough of a paternity test for me.

So I went to my 6 week follow up- was told everything was fine- then didn’t see a doctor for almost 3 years. I had (and still have) been dealing with incontinence, mild pain on one side of my lower abdomen, pain in my clitoris that feels like tearing when I get aroused (yeah, THATS been a fun one), clogged-duct like…

I had a mild stroke from trying to contain all the rage screaming at work when I read about this next level fuckery.

Sounds like you handled it a hell of a lot better than I did.

I ended up being so shaken by the incident that I full on broke down bawling in the middle of the isleway of the plane.*

*The security theater took so long, they ended up giving my seat away... but still let me on the plane just to tell me that they actually…

I once had a pat down so aggressive that they separated my labia through my pants- wiggling their hand up in there and everything- as well as manhandling my breasts more forcefully than my partner when they get a bit drunk and overly enthusiastic. I heard similar stories from friends when I broke down while telling…

We were given the same spiel but between the postpartum anxiety, my partner who pours far too much of his life into work (His company asked him to come back to work on his FIRST week of leave- which he could have refused, but didn’t- forcing me to take more time off right when I went back to work... just as an example)…

Because I’m going to need someone to wipe MY ass when I get old.

Wouldn’t be surprised if he had scabies. I’m itching just looking at him.

I feel like I’m looking at a bunch of people who drunkenly wandered into a thrift store and just started throwing shit on.

Noel wears everything better. 

Dude- right? I feel for the shit that’ll be thrown at them for this.

My in-laws still give me flack for not wanting them IN THE ROOM when giving birth. It’s been 4 years... considering how many times my FiL “accidentally” walked in on me breastfeeding, I’m guessing the baby wasn’t the only thing he was trying to…