Slightly on-topic, I just got a shirt that reads “Dorothy in the streets; Blanche in the sheets”. I fucking exude hysterical joy every time I wear it.

The weather? Like you do with your dad?

You poor thing. Someday you’ll have grown-up sex.

It’s like the Republican equivalent of “I have gay friends.”

Me too! I find myself considering a sugar mama lifestyle. I do hate to cook.

I could not agree more. As I try to wrap my head around it, I’ve come to the conclusion that these people would rather attempt to control my uterus than vote for policies that help them. Take a gander at the welfare recipients in the US. The rednecks in the red states receive much more public assistance than the…

My abuser came home drunk and lord knows what else on the night I just had major knee surgery. He woke me up and shook me, screaming that the bartender at some bar I had never set foot in showed him pictures of me hosting an orgy in my bedroom. (For clarity, that never happened.) After the ranting, hysterical…

Classic abuser line.

Also, I’ll never forget the night he drove 150 miles to my college, wasted, and was bashing my head against the cinderblock dorm wall. My suitemates called campus security and they locked him up in the campus drunk tank and released him in the morning. This was the early 90’s. No official ever reached out to me.…

Very painful memories for me too. Being a recipient of childhood abuse, it took me way too long to get past the “I deserve this, somehow this is my fault phase.” Still working on it. Peace to you, velociraptor.

Buying it ASAP. Thank you.

Me too. This was a scary read.

Yup, the lady feels. Thank the powers we got rid of them. Stay safe.

Truth. I am so sorry you had to go through this. Sending you love. I’ve also been in abusive relationships. No one can understand the bone-chilling terror unless they have been there. I sure hope you are in a better, and safe, place. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.

So fucking true. I’m almost grateful for the night he ripped my dress off me (while I was on crutches) because then I had evidence. I guess everything else was just me being a typical, emotional woman.

I have heard *these exact words* from a crazy, abusive, stalker ex. The hair all over my body is standing up reading these words. So utterly terrifying.

There was a book on that. “What’s the Matter with Kansas?” It was too depressing, didn’t finish it.