mynameisno
My name is snow
mynameisno

Anyone else sick of having their partner/spouse always around? That sounds mean and it’s not him. I just no longer get the restorative alone time I used to have pre-COVID when he had a life outside the house. I’m far too introverted to have someone in my house 24/7 without experiencing some resentfulness.

This week I confirmed and moved forward with my decision not to contest my divorce, in essence walk away from 20 years of partnership with my dog, some clothes, and the bodum. I don’t own a fork, a pillow, a plate (I rent a fully furnished home). Annnd, I feel so fucking light, and at peace. The past five, fuck maybe

I’ve had a horrible past two weeks. My grandma passed on the 4th. It was sort of expected but still seemed to come out of no where. She’s had horrible RA for years and has been bed ridden for at least the past 2 years.

We are all related to dipshits, somewhere on the tree—just be glad it isn’t your parents, and settle in to tell people stories of the weirdos you’re related to.

I was also very drunk last night. It was a very stressful week that culminated in a job interview that I thought was for one job, but when I got on the video conference they informed it was for the same type of job in two different locations.

That’s hilarious about the bible, I wonder if a super religious person at the warehouse was sticking other book barcodes onto bibles.

Last week (July 5-11) was probably the roughest damn week of my life. I knew it’d be tough, as I was working and preparing to perform in Shakespeare in the Park this weekend...

That’s nice to know and it’s a great option.  Unless of course you work for GMG...because we know how they feel about working abroad.

I always wonder about people who think it’s funny to sneak up behind people and startle them. I feel the same way about tickling. Sure, there are people who don’t mind being startled or tickled, but for most people it’s unpleasant. Nice people don’t need to get laughs by making other people feel bad.

Yes. A cost and a risk. I’m leaving a business-with-friend-elements relationship right now, and while I wish I could say it’s a 100% best possible decision, there are risks and costs for me and the other party coming with me. That’s been one of the hardest things to come to terms with as an adult, that there are no

Everyone gets to mourn the relationship they intended to have

To the asker- my marriage ended last year when I finally came to terms with the fact that I am a massive lesbian. It was hard and impossible but, here I am, a year later. Surviving was hard, and knowing how much my exhusband was hurt was so hard. But it was the right choice and I firmly believe you’re going to do the

We tend believe that a break up always has a dumper and a dumpee, and that the dumpee gets to be hurt and sad but the dumper is supposed to be happy or something. But that’s silly. Everyone gets to mourn the relationship they intended to have, that they thought would be their forever. You get to be sad about the

“There’s a cost to everything”

Here’s some free therapy for you.

Ugh, I’m so sorry you had to work in that type of environment. I hope you were able to escape as unscathed as possible and have found an abuse free work environment.

That’s terrible. He must have been tenured. I bet today they would at the VERY least have an investigation. I distinctly remember feeling gas-lighted by many different things as a child. One time my finger was stung by a hornet. I could literally see the stinger sticking out of it. My gym teacher reluctantly let me go

And she’s neither a victim nor witness to the abuse (she has already testified about her own rape) so she’s not really in a position to call out names. These are likely assaults described to her by friends so they’re not her stories to go public with. Naming the assailant may expose victims who aren’t willing or

Oh god, I just re-read her comment and you’re right. When I was growing up during the 90's, I used to think child actors led such glamorous and exciting lives and I wanted to be exactly like them. I’m so glad my overprotective immigrant parents put that dream to rest ASAP.

The sad thing about your comment is that it really could be anyone in Hollywood.