jollyfeline
Jolly Feline
jollyfeline

Very good point. Sorry for your experience, but that kind of insight about how it's actually DAMAGING to view it as being only between the couple or the family is really a powerful point that needs to be made over and over and over again. Because honestly, it takes a lot of empathy to understand it that way, and if

In my very personal opinion (based on experience, as a child, but an opinion nonetheless), one of the biggest reasons domestic violence is rarely appropriately punished, and one of the biggest reasons women struggle to leave, is that domestic violence is seen as one of those things that is personal and between the

For what it's worth, I want to apologize to our readers who are forced to interact with these violent gifs regularly. The point of Kinja is to create a better platform for discussion and those discussions CANNOT happen when you're inundated by such traumatizing material. It's this person's goal to shutdown

What bothers me about this is that we don't record IP addresses so as to protect these burner accounts for people who might want to tip us anonymously about a story. So the company is seemingly placing a priority on making these hypothetical tipsters feel safe over the safety of the actual real live women who write

The last thing I want to do is give this giant and troubling waste of our goddamn time the acknowledgment that is clearly so desperately craved. But the fact that I must suppress my pride and bring attention to this in a plea for support from my own employer makes it all the more ridiculous.

I was 26. My fiance was in Maryland at grad school. I was working in PA. We had a camping trip planned and he didn't drive, so I was going to drive down to Maryland to get him and then drive back up to the Poconos to go camping. I left work early and called him to let him know I was leaving.

I'm book-smart, but I really am this incredibly fucking dense: I didn't figure out my long-term, live-in boyfriend was screwing his "best friend" until he threw a meltdown blue-faced screaming hissy fit because I asked her to pay me back some money ($600 is a lot of money when you work food service).

When I was just barely 22 I was working at a business that was open 24/7. Since I was a student I was on a schedule that was just slightly off from working second shift, meaning that I spent the first half of my shift with the day staff and the second half with the night staff. The night staff was MUCH rowdier and

So back in the day I was a bartender at one of those notorious nightclubs that people still give me side-eye when I mention that I worked there. One somewhat slow Tuesday night my new cocktail server, "Chrissy", mentions that her divorce had finalized, and she'd celebrated by partying with Brad* the bouncer. I knew

I think this one counts, even though I ended up being the Other Woman...

In my early twenties, I was with a guy for about 3 years before I found out he was cheating on me—with a girl I knew fairly well. We broke up, I kicked him out..then make up and basically pretend it never happened. What can I say, I was young, trusting, and somehow believed all of his BS lies about how it would never

Oh boy..I've been waiting years to tell this!

Anybody who knows me knows this story. Burner ahoy!

The ex was in the circus.

I found out in the newspaper that my girlfriend had been cheating on me, a few months after we had already broken up. THE NEWSPAPER.

The guy I dated in high school for years was younger than me. When it was time for him to go to college, he chose somewhere super far away where we didn't know anyone (even though me going three hours away was just devastating to him). Right before he left, he told me that he didn't want to be in a relationship on

Two stories.

This was a boyfriend two boyfriends ago. He texted me one Sunday, when I was having lunch with my mom, saying that it feels like "there is an elephant sitting on [his] chest."