I got sick when I was on picquet in Afghanistan. We’d been eating terrible food for a few weeks (think horse meat baloney on white bread and ration packs) so my Commanding Officer arranged a BBQ for us all - steak, salad, the works. My stomach wasn’t ready for so much fresh food, and by the time I reached the tower…

That is the most darling photo!

because if I'm going to confabulated omething, sexual abuse would be it. Certainly not that I saw fairies, or that I have a fake boyfriend.... /end sarcasm.

My husband has PTSD and got caught in a very long argumentative mood, and started to carry on like this. Finally (maybe a month later?) I said "listen buddy, you can be right or we can be married, but we can't keep on like this." We're still married.

I got so sick of this happening, and me fuming for far too long afterwards, that I came up with a plan.

My dad ran a start up tourism company, taking people around the world to obscure places. Mum stayed home to raise me and do the admin. Mum found out Dad was cheating when she received all the trip reviews from the clients back in the mail, complaining he spent the whole trip trying (and occasionally succeeding) at…

My family and friends all thinks I'm an appalling poor liar - they reckon I can't lie without looking horribly evasive and suffering an attack of nervous giggles. I cultivate this belief. Jokes on them: I am an exceptionally good liar. I only lie on the big things though, like "no Mum, Dad never touched me there". And…

I would come over to watch DVDs in his dorm room, sitting reeeealllly close together on his bed and both basking in pheromones, but no one making a move. The third evening, just as Top Gun finished, he got up to change the DVD and I blurted out "are you gonna kiss me, or do I have to do it my fucking self?" So…

My own father was appalling - emotionally distant and physically abusive. But it has been a wonderful to learn about how a good father behaves from watching my husband raise our daughters. It took a lot of trust to allow him to get close to them (I wouldn't leave him alone with them for a while, which was tough on us…

We were invited to a kid's birthday party for our new neighbour's kids. I didn't known if it was for the son or the daughter. But the invitation was a pink sparkly fairy invitation, the birthday child's name was a feminine Jaydette, and I subsequently heard my daughter calling the little girl "Jay", so I was pretty…

All the stars for you!

We have a news show host here in Australia who used to be a huge deal, but is now fading quietly into obscurity (unlike his hair, which is still a huge, shellacked black wig.)

Damn, my company let me wear more comfortable shoes when my uniform ones started to hurt, gave me the boss's car park because it was the only one within 500m of the building and they didn't like to see me waddling so far (I didn't even ask for it - I was totally fine. They were just overprotective) and let me take…

Hi, Australian here. We have a comparatively high minimum wage, and it's good. In Australia, if you have one minimum wage job you can actually live off it if you're reasonably thrifty. I suspect in the US there are plenty of people who are "employed" but are actually very far from making ends meet - working a couple…

I was deployed, and after adhering to the "dangerous goods" requirements for our plane I had spent four solid months in a stinky shithole without anything smelling even slightly feminine. Desperate for something girly, when I finally got a chance to visit the PX (a 50 minute helicopter ride South) I picked up 100…

As an Aussie and a mum, that's a pretty tame epithet. If the kids are being wild I'm not above telling my husband that they are being little shits. (Not in their hearing of course.)