For my second (and final) wedding, we were adamant about "NO gifts." We were grown, had separate households to combine, and everything we needed to make a home.

Yeah, I'm sorry, but I thought the purpose of a wedding was to cement one's relationship before family and friends.

Never EVER be "nervous" about writing about abuse. It's too often "swept under the rug" or ignored. Scream, shout, announce it!

Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry. It IS humiliating. You have to recount EVERY. SINGLE. EVENT OF ABUSE, from most recent on back. I wish you well and will pray for you to have the strength and tenacity to escape. It takes A LOT.

I know you're being sarcastic, but the God's honest truth is that most abused women's stories go unnoticed until their death. Sad, but true.

The emotional is far worse than the physical, in my experienced (unfortunately) opinion. It's been over 20 years, I have moved several times, and I STILL have panic attacks when I see someone who looks like him or drives the same type truck.

Abuse is an awful and insidious thing. It starts with tearing one down emotionally, mentally ("No one else could ever love someone like you; You're lucky I love you so much" etc...) ; isolating one from her support network, i.e. friends and family.

Konsequence Kouture.

She'll always be little Konsequence Kouture to me. ;)

Oh, I see: If you drink or party, it's an unspoken "YES!" is that it? Someone needs to smack this man. Or pull a Lohan and throw a drink (or several) at him. *disclaimer: not that I'm condoning violence, but....*

Fuck all of them E-V-E-R-Y-F-U-C-K-I-N-G-W-H-E-R-E!!!! And may I just say that I LOVE that cat GIF?

Row, row, row your boat, gently down the street...

I, well...I love BD Wong and Jeff Goldblum, but Jurassic Park will forever be the movie I was attending when I violently discovered I was pregnant with my second child. (I still cannot eat popcorn or tolerate the smell of Burger King.)

As the proud mother of two mixed-ethnicity children, this makes me ashamed of those folks - not the kids; I'm actually proud of them; but the grown folks in charge! I mean, honestly. For real? This kind of thing is still A THING? (Granted, I'm from SoCal, but my beloved daughter resides in Alabama - ROLL TIDE! -…

I'm interested in reading your story. Please keep me in the loop?

I wish I had more words, but I don't think I could say it any better than you. (And really, did they EVER pretend they thought women were people? I mean, honestly.)

Oh, you big silly! Women are just fetus (personhood) carriers! After that, our job is done! (sorry, choking to death on sarcasm)

OH! Holy. Fraggle-rocking gawd! What is this, South America now? (Don't answer that. I'm a SoCal Native.)

Not that I eat there all that often, or like "real" eggs (any eggs, really, except deviled), but I don't think I've ever gotten anything OTHER than that egg-in-a-cut-out-tuna-can mold-looking egg at McDonald's.

+1 (unless it becomes MEDICALLY necessary to do so - eat that way, that is. not READ the article.)