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That was my thought as well. I posted to that effect on the first article, and got ripped apart in the comments, and ended up feeling like a shitty person myself for not just joining the digital pitchfork mob. I’ve never been a huge Whedon fan either, and I think cheating is shitty, but it feels like people were

You’re not wrong, and like you I’ve never been much of a Whedon fan.

If my parents divorce had been broadcast over social media, it would pale in comparison to my mothers second divorce and that would be quickly overshadowed by her remarraige and subsequent third divorce from the same man a second time. There were no saints on any sides of the relationships.

A couple years ago my mother informed me that I was named after “Jory” from the sequel to “Flowers in the Attic”

I wasn’t a great eater as a child, and I once tried to flush half of a hamburger down the toilet. Of course it caused a clog, and my mother had to call a plumber. When he informed her that someone had flushed a hamburger down the toilet, she gave me a look. I denied it vigorously and claimed I had no idea who had

Strangely, I had a neighbor in my small cottage-style apartment complex claim she was robbed of her Lladros. She was def a whack job, so I just gave an, “oh, really”. Several months later I could hear this woman arguing with another neighbor and then blurts out, “I bet you were the own that stole my Lladros”. I don’t

Once my nana had to babysit me and she doesn’t speak English (and she had no TV) so the day was going by very slow. I was looking around the house and found pepper spray. I did not know it was pepper spray, and I probably didn’t even know that was a thing at that age. Anyways, I thought it was one of those sprays you

My dad (now passed) believed he was a tracker in a former life. He was born in New York but loved the mountains, which is where he retired. He loved to get in his Jeep and just explore. He had a great sense of direction and knew if he was coming to the end of a road (helpful driving in the mountains) or whatever.

“gigi- dont have the cake. not even a little slice”

Maybe !!!!!

I also have a secret about a parent (my father). Found out years ago (I was snooping) that he has a daughter. My dad used to work in Europe and I guess he had the affair during that time. She is probably around my younger brother’s age, about 21/22 now.

I just thought of another story. But first, continuing the story about when we lived together, so a few closing details. She moved in for what was supposed to be a few months. She brought with her a completely dead SAAB convertible that she planned on maybe fixing up. It never happened. And the car sat on my drive

Yeah, I’ll put it this way--I never figured out *as a kid* that my dad had a mistress, but years later, when my mom told adult-me that my dad had had a mistress, I immediately had a guess as to who it was. He’d bring me along to hang out with this lady. Not to bang, thank God, but basically to hang out with her like

oh god I was on vacation with my parents, and we had separate rooms because we were all adults. we got back from whatever afternoon activity it was, went to shower/rest for a bit and then we would reconvene and figure out dinner. I go into my parents’ room to discuss dinner and there is just an ENORMOUS bottle of

I’m 14 in 2002. Back then everyone in the family shared a PC. No individual smart phones, tablets, or laptops like kids nowadays get to have. So we shared time on the computer between me, my sister and my dad.

After seeing so many people say they don’t wash their legs. But, really, y’all motherfuckers need Jesus. And soap. Lots of soap.