Doeeeet. Eloping sounds like the best idea ever. Only reason we didn't was because I'm pretty sure a lot of my family would have disowned me (my mother included).
Doeeeet. Eloping sounds like the best idea ever. Only reason we didn't was because I'm pretty sure a lot of my family would have disowned me (my mother included).
Yeah, just be supportive. Good thing your styles match up mostly. Mine and my mother's were polar opposites. But she did agree I picked one that best fit my body, so at least there's that.
*Google Princess Di's dress*
Of all the ugly poofy dresses my mom suggested, this one was the only one that I was even remotely okay with simply because of the dual functionality of the damn comforter train. I could take a nap in/on it if needed.
I absolutely did, and it was totally gorgeous and not at all what I thought I wanted. But when I tried it on I knew it instantly. Every other dress I tried on after kept getting compared to that one.
My mom used to do this to me as a teenager. She still doesn't understand why I moved 360 miles away at 20 years old.
Think "I'd like to speak with a manager" haircuts and (OMG real) Coach bags (from the seasons ago.)
I bought mine before my mother even saw me in it ...
Holy shit, I thought I had it bad with my mom and the 20 giant poofy princess dresses I had to try on. At least she didn't come right out and say I'd look fat in any of them.
Sounds a lot like my mom. Everything she wanted me to try was a big poofy stark white princess dress. One of them was even a Vera Wang dress that, while it fit me well on top, was a got damn comforter from the waist down. Seriously, it looked like a down comforter!
... and for goodness sake's, if you're offering to pay for the dress, in part or in full, do not threaten to withhold the money if the bride doesn't pick out exactly what you had in mind.
Sometimes, I over share, but oh well. I just don't want people to go through what I went through. Hopefully the bactrim and wipes and d-mannose get rid of it for good.
... and he apparently at the time was staying up all night playing Knights of the Old Republic (Editor's Note: Nice name-drop, well-played) ...
When I die, I want you, Adultosaur and CassieBear to write the obit. 0 fucks given to the fact that all three of you know nearly nothing about me; I trust that with your awesome minds, you'll make up a bunch of hilarious shit and nobody will know whether to believe you.
I was getting reoccurring UTIs every other month for nigh on 10 years. Between the ages of 15-25, if I didn't have one for more than two months, it was a got damn miracle. The problem was exacerbated by sex, just shy of 18 years old, and a mother who wanted nothing to do with the issue once she learned that I was…
Silver lining, definitely. Shitty, yes, but hopefully some good will come of it, too.
Same! I agree entirely.
+1000 internets for using Wrath as your expansion title pun.
D-mannose. Try it. Also, if they're giving you the same antibiotic, try a different one. Mine only responded to sulfamethoxazole (bactrim).
I was taking this in powder form, mixing it in a glass of water, for about 4 years to cure frequent UTIs that were random. Sometimes I'd get them after sex, sometimes not, regardless of peeing after. Sometimes, I'd just randomly get a UTI for no reason. The last one I had was in May of 2012 and it was so bad, I…