It’s nearly for certain that he’s been spewing some narrative that LW is some flavor of crazy/mean/terrible butttt she’s also broken/sick/can’t function so he ever so saintly digs in and hangs in there because he’s a good guy just trapped by the circumstance of life or some horseshit.

Honestly? As much as your husband lied to you, he lied to her. I know that doesn’t make it better, but it’s true. All the gaslighting he did to you, he did to her. I’ve been there. Started off a relationship with a guy who said he and his wife were just roommates, she’s never even home most of the time and stays with…

Exactly. There’s mistakes, and then there’s deliberate, ongoing deception. One is forgiveavle. The other...

Yeah. I honestly could probably forgive a one night stand at a conference or some dumbfuck impulse control thing (I mean, it wouldn’t be pretty but I think I could do it). This...I could not forgive this. Not to get all melodramatic (j/k, totally about to get all melodramatic), but he STOOD AT AN ALTAR and SWORE TO…

I agree. Getting out at 7 months pregnant seems like an impossibly difficult task, but imagine how much harder it will be with a newborn...who then turns into an infant...and then a toddler...and then a preschooler...a kid has pressing needs at every age, and with a kid, getting out of a shitty marriage is going to…

spend your time researching how to file yourself

Right? Also, who wants to go through birth and the first few weeks of your childs life feeling like shit because you never know when your dipshit husband is sexting with his long-distance girlfriend? That does not make for lovely memories and it only adds more stress.

I mentioned this below, but he’s been doing this for the entirety of their relationship. Their courtship, engagement, marriage, honeymoon phase, and ultimately their child are conceived of a lie. “He’s a douche” is such an awful way to simplify the magnitude of his sin, and “you have him by the strings” is laughable.…

Yeah, I always consider it a bonus. Two assholes taking each other off the market. A win for humanity.

Seriously. It takes a special kind of scumbucket to marry and have kids with someone while keeping options open with a side piece for five entire years. There’s a time and place for breezy cool girl advice - this isn’t it. This shit rips people’s lives apart. The emotional pain is often physical as well. Every day…

Yeah, that was my suspicion as well. Not too many guys are willing to jerk off long-distance for five years without ever trying to meet in person. It may not have actually happened, but I 100% guarantee he tried to make it happen.

LW 1: GET OUT. Do not listen to this advice here and get out now. It’s not going to get better.

The amount of time that affair continued, along with the lengths he went to to cover it up tell me one thing: He won’t stop. He sounds messed up. You sort of have to be to carry something on like that for so long. My husband carried on a affair for a long time and eventually came clean to me. He also has some…

Ughhh, I hate this whole “destroy your performers to achieve perfection” aesthetic that’s so en vogue right now. I’d bet money it’s a fad that grew directly out of our ability to CGI anything to absurd degrees— “real” pain as some kind of fetish viewing. It’s abuse, plain and simple.

New York and Company tends to have good office wear. I have drawers full of their sweaters for the winter that are comfortable and cute. They change inventory pretty often too so you can probably find stuff that fits well, even if you’re boobalicious like me.

God bless Hillary Clinton, and may we one day be worth of her. FUCK THE PATRIARCHY.

THAT’S THE ONE. FUCKIN’ IRON YOUR SHIRT, JON.

The only secret couple I want to see finally go public is Jon Lovett and Ronan Farrow.

I read or heard somewhere this weekend, and I wish I could remember where it was, that during times like these, everyone should be keeping a journal and just writing down the way things are- so that as our country slips into totalitarianism, and democracy is lost, we can remember what life was like. That is to say…