Write it all down. Get a couple of drinks in you and write. Write all the things down, and then hide them in a password protected file on your computer. Hide it inside something marked “menstrual tracker” or “recipes from grandma” or “household cleaning schedule.”

It’s like we were all married to the same idiot.

YESYESYES. I used to get scolded (a grown woman — getting SCOLDED) for doing a hobby or reading or playing on the computer instead of sitting there, doing there, being READY to do something. Even if HE was sitting there playing on his computer or video games or whatever. I was supposed to always be ready. So even if I…

OMG the napping thing! In the end of my marriage, I’d go nap in a park in the car. My ex (THANKGODHEISANEX) was a complete bastard about sleeping. He was a very early riser, and I’m a night owl. I also needed tons of extra sleep from dealing with a goddamn abuser all the time. Nobody seems to talk about that. Being…

All shiny and foldy.

It’s shockingly poorly staged. WHO LEAVES a laundry basket out while photographing it?

I thought that the pool noodles were a bit tackster as well.

I assume it comes with FREE GINSU KNIVES!

Ach, you beat me to it.

Those dining room chairs are made of Gumbys.

He said “you may not know me, young lady” toward the end, right before she speaks up.

Wasn’t he that Scottish dude with the blue-painted face? (I kid)

“Old ideas never die, but old men do.”

“Forceful Reincarnation.” One helluva band name.

That is simply awesome. It’ like you’re my dad.

I envy you this. I want to end a night kissing a boy.

Unfortunately, I also get this way when I rent a chainsaw.

Every time I use one, I end up wandering around, looking for other stuff to power wash. DRIVEWAY? YES! How about that DECK? Absolutely! Sidewalk? MmmHmm. ANYTHING ELSE?

I saw the title of this article and I literally had the gorge rise in my throat. I’m afraid to read it.

You give good advice.