Our former local clergyman was like that. Out of 6 children only one, the oldest, could be considered ‘healthy’. She also has some minor issues, but compared to the others who all need 24/7 care she is at least able to live on her own.

There were women who had live babies in concentration camps.

It took me almost half a year to realize that my neighbours had gotten divorced and that she no longer lived there. I only realized when some of their mail ended up at my house and when I put it into their mailbox her name was scratched out.

If the 17-year-old was so malnourished that she looked like 10 it must have gone on for longer.

As much as I hated school (due to bullying), I’m often glad that homeschooling is illegal where I live.

You should have used that one.

Depending on your phone this would be an entire cock block.

I was put on hormonal birth control because my cycle was so out of tune. It was (and sometime still is) normal for me to miss one or two periods in a row or have them only 2 weeks apart.

I have no rhythm that I could use for that method. My periods would give that app the bluescreen of death.

If their facebook pictures are anything to go by, then their oldest child is a son. But 10 out of 13 are girls, so there is still ample chance.

Given that my sex-ed in the early 2000s used educational tapes from the 70s and some from the 80s, they’ll include that in roughly 30 years.

He also looks an awful lot like young Stalin. Both are good-looking, but I’d have major issues with their personalities.

Wasn’t being tall one of the Arian ideals? That’s the only explanation I have.

I think any tattoo of a person/face would distract me in that situation. I knew (not dated) a guy who had a giant tattoo of his mother on his chest. I couldn’t do it under her watchful eyes.

Clumsy flirting/gallantry is the guy who tried to hold open the door for me and then ran face-first into said door (it was pull not push). None of the stories I heard in this context so far would fit into either of those categories.

She also likes to point out that she is the tallest person to marry into the family since Philip.

So in a way royalty is like the Eurovision song contest. It doesn’t matter where you’re actually from as long as a country allows you to represent them (see Celine Dion).

I AM German, I’ll vouch for that.

In Germany that name would be unable to fit into any official form.

I know that feeling. And according to my piercer I also have small ears in addition.