Not that these things are the same, but when I had my last child I kept telling the nurses that my epidural wasn’t working (I have two older kids I know what it should feel like) and they kept telling me to basically stop being a wimp. Baby comes, and they go to help me put my legs down and walk, and I’m like Fuck you…

My kid is the kid that tells all the other kids that santa isn’t real. I hated it as a child so I never started it... I tell him not to ruin the other kids fun but I honeslty thought it wouldn’t still be an issue in first grade -.-

I was shocked, the people that found him were bawling when they gave him back, I felt bad in a weird way, but my daughter and he have a serious bond and I love thay fluffball. He is actually my second random street kitty. I rescued a black kitten one halloween as a teenager, a group of jerks were trying to stomp on…

My kitty baby Fawkes, found him on the street bleeding to death from some insane wound on his throat, quick trip to the vet and all my monies later and he was saved and attached. He ran away in February (he can open doors) when my husband accidentally left the front door unlocked, and I was devastated, after two…