Nice.

Dude, I found my husband exactly to the day I lost hope. It was awesome. Lose your hope, because the stench of desperation can't be overcome by cologne.

Fact is, it doesn't MATTER to the other. If they don't want you, they don't want you, and it's not their fault. NOT. THEIR. FAULT. Explaining the craziness doesn't make it okay. You know in Fatal Attraction when that lady boiled the bunny? Not okay. Never okay.

That has to be okay, because people need to have control over their own bodies and attachments. There's no option that says you can take control of someone else's being.

This, too, shall pass.

Ugh. Just stop. Stop it now.

It took 3 weeks for my daughter, but I trusted the darn book and it worked finally. At twenty one, she doesn't remember crying it out. But she can sleep like the dead—which is good because she's going to college in another frickin' country and I can't sleep AT ALL. Bottom line: whatever works for that particular kid…

Yeah, none of the arguments against liking this convinces me. I like it. But I used to teach fifth grade, so you know I'm nuts anyway.

This would have been good with HIS ass. It's just some high school prank like this.

I don't like a woman being called a dude as a positive. Just saying.

It's hard to find a decent emulsifier if you can't find pasteurized eggs. Which I can't. And even if you get a raw egg yolk you can trust, the stuff won't do it's magic emulsification in the wrong weather, or without the exact right combination of acid and oil, or without saying the exact right incantation over the…

What sound do male tears make?

Oh my gosh, you married the male version of me! Except, I hope he's better looking. I'm really not all that and a bag of chips.

For my particular case, "I'm okay" meant (to my husband) that all was forgiven and we were at square one again. He was trained as a child to think it was synonymous to "you are hereby absolved forever." "I forgive you" meant it was cool. So I had to not only figure that out, I also had to figure out how to explain…

I'm not on board with the whole "after that, there should be forgiveness" thing. I mean, with some people that will work. With me, it would work. If you express any kind of dismay with something I did, I will work hard to avoid ever causing you dismay again. And it doesn't matter if you're my husband or a random…

Amen, sistah!

I think that might be one of those individual pieces of advice. Here's why I think so: I've noticed that if it's super important to me that my husband never does some particular thing, and I forgive him verbally, he'll do it again. If I tell him straight up that we're talking about something that's important to me and…

You can totally talk to my husband—complete geek. And I suspect he's on the spectrum as well, so you'd probably get each other immediately ;)

Yeah, I agree—when I want to describe someone whom I detest, I use gender-neutral language: asshat, fucker, idiot, et cetera. I don't want to hear anyone imply that someone's bad behavior is due to their gender or sexuality. I prefer to believe that's not a thing.

LOL, nope!