I legit thought I was insane growing up because my mom would gas-light me. She would always bring up things I “said” and I would have no memory of doing so.

Reading this, I find myself instantly reminded of M. Alice Legrow’s blog about her life as a Birthday Party Princess.

Once, an 8-top of Christians left one of those “Here’s a Tip for You!” pamphlets on my table, in lieu of a cash tip. I was sort of used to this, so I didn’t remark much, just tossed it into the bus tub with the rest of the debris, and a glower.

This is my three-year-old to a tee.

Darn it, I will *not* spend my entire Monday afternoon imagining Gordon Ramsay as Brother Blood spending gazillions to open a restaurant across the street to try to put Chez Titans out of business. (That’s a lie, I totally will.)

Are they tangy yellow beverages?

In my fantasy, Raven is the hostess, and banishes rude patrons into a garbage portal. Azerath metrion zinthos!

This might be the nerdiest comment I’ve ever read, and I love it.

The waitress in that second story was so hilariously clueless, I pictured her as Starfire from Teen Titans Go. “On Tamaran, we offer the free refills of the beverages!”

The problem was you making the assumptions in the first place, not the fact that your assumptions turned out to be wrong. Even if she hadn’t been cheated on, it’s extremely naive to assume that cheating and abuse just don’t happen. Why would you ever assume that?

Wow you sound like a bit of a dick. You’ve assumed there was no physical abuse or cheating (and as Rapunzel clarified, there was loads of cheating!), because, what, that never happens? And there’s a huge difference between compromising in a relationship and settling for someone incompatible, horrible, or abusive. The…

You’re projecting. Go talk to your sister. Rapunzel didn’t say anything that indicated she’s desperate or clutching or incapable of loving properly or waiting for Prince Charming. Wrong target.

Online dating like eharmony. Also, maybe join a volunteer group? If you are into sports, a local sports league....my friend met so many dudes that way. It’s kind of like learning to make new friends in a way lol.

For me, it was a “formal” but we had to have our dresses approved by the school to make sure they were modest enough. No dancing allowed, no touching besides hand-holding and that had to be supervised. Very boring but at least it eliminated some of the drama that comes with an actual prom.

Like most people, I was an gangly teen- all pimples and limbs and braces. I had a huge, super nerd-girl crush on someone I’ll call Joe. Joe was a year older than me even though he was in the same grade, and had bit puberty sooner as a consequence, so was more man-than-boy shaped. Ravelston likied.

One look at time on…

I have no idea what a ‘junior-senior’ is, but it sounds filthy. Probably not, though, right?

ONLY BECAUSE OF YOUR USERNAME

Mr. Noir, Liberal Hippie King for the silver! LOOK ON MY WORKS YE MIGHTY AND DESPAIR!

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