I cannot reply to myself with details (I just keep getting timed out) and since I have a trigger-y post, I'm not going to post unless I can do so in a reply. Help? I'm staying at a friend's mom's house, but the internet is working. Thanks! xo

I cannot reply to myself with details (I just keep getting timed out) and since I have a trigger-y post, I'm not going to post unless I can do so in a reply. Help? I'm staying at a friend's mom's house, but the internet is working. Thanks! xo

Legal and or abused Jezzies: please help if you can. I'll reply to myself in the comments with details. Trigger warning: domestic violence. Sorry/thanks.

Legal and or abused Jezzies: please help if you can. I'll reply to myself in the comments with details. Trigger warning: domestic violence. Sorry/thanks.

Legal and or abused Jezzies: please help if you can. I'll reply to myself in the comments with details. Trigger warning: domestic violence. Sorry/thanks.

She should have recused herself, and whatever judge they end up with should demand it, if she hasn't done so already by February.

I wrote about getting an RO above—you also need to leave a copy where you work, and stick one in your purse (I wish I were joking). Every time she violates it, you're probably going to need to file a police report. It is going to suck, but you know what? Going through all this bs is not going to suck as much as…

1. Restraining order. 2. Tell him man up or stay with the crazy. He can tell her to chill out without being mean. It sounds like she has no inherent sense of boundaries (see #1) but he needs to support you/your health. If he can't do that, I would say that's a terrible sign for your relationship. Good luck.

Hmm. My mom was a Calvin Klein model, and one of her favorite activities when I was growing up/awkward stages (no lie) was to sit me down and tell me what was wrong with me. (There's nothing wrong, but as an 11 year old, how the hell did I know.) So I get where you're coming from. 1. Go to the gym or go on…

I was a waitress the summer after my freshman year in college. I was a suck waitress, but one night—Father's Day—I managed to spill a tray of Cokes down a dad's back. I would say 10-12 Cokes. He had to untuck his shirt to shake the ice out where it had spilled down his back.

I am pro-choice, but don't know if I could ever have an abortion myself. (I'm probably infertile, so it's most likely an issue non grata.) I would never, ever think it was my place or right to dictate another woman's decision.

I'm a teacher, and no. But I would fling myself on top of my kids.

I don't know how to reply to both of you at once, but:

Was with my college sweetheart for 12 years. Most of them after college were long-distance: different cities, different states, different countries. We were pretty good about trying to make the long-distance work until he moved to a different country. We were both doing things (school and career-wise) that we felt we…

This is weirdly timely (in a good way) for me to read.

It's Stephen King.

High five. That's all I have tonight.

I think I have only used the word 'creep' to refer to one guy in my life. (Yes, I dated him.) He beat the shit out of me? Went to the ER; did not refer to him as a creep. Tried to kill himself right before my birthday because he 'was sad'? Did not refer to him as a creep. Sent me a letter post loony bin-release…

Well, Adrienne Rich. Robert Hass. Louise Gluck. Tomas Transtromer. Anna Akhmatova. WH Auden. Yeats and Keats. Elizabeth Bishop. Robert Lowell. Neruda. Vallejo. James Wright. I'm just looking at the top shelf of my first bookshelf, let me know if you want more!