They were part of a competition we were having on who wrote the best smut. (At that point I had won 2 cokes and a rice Krispy treat.)

You don’t have to forgive him. It’s not a required response to an apology.

Parents using their kids’ lives as a substitute for clever conversation - without regard to your feelings - are the worst.

My mom does this too, but it’s because my dad’s the preacher, and she does it solely to heckle him.

I think “forgiveness” was invented by an abuser to bully or con their victims into letting them off the hook.

Remember when I told you to take 31 footsteps back from disrespecting Florida? Well I take it back. What The Florida.

My mom and my aunt set me up with a dude they worked with while I was home for Christmas. I lived in Georgia, most of my family lived in Northern Maryland. I was maybe 22? This dude was 28 and an accountant at the company where my mom and aunt worked. He was new to the area and it was kind of like when you’re 6 and…

I dearly loved my father. Anyone who follows my posts KNOWS this. He was a very smart, very kind, very GOOD man.

Dad passed away when I was in high school, and in an effort to make sure my brother and I would still get to see our half-siblings, my mom would regularly take us over to have dinner at my stepmom’s house. Stepmom got pretty religious after Dad died, and didn’t yet know that I’m a godless heathen, so she had some…

To preface this: the following story takes place in Florida.

I was a 14 year old band geek dating another band geek. One day I come home to find my mom furious and my big tough dad crying. No joke. Like someone had fucking died.

He told her I was but I was not ;) He didn’t even check. He just had me sit in there for a minute.

SO HERE’S HOW IT ALL WENT DOWN.

The summer after high school graduation and my boyfriend was staying the night from out of town. He slept in the guest room and, in the morning, I went in and laid on top of the covers next to him (with the door left open, of course, because rules). Soon after, two or three of our cats also jumped on the bed.

I was 17 and my mom took me to her gynecologist to have him tell her if I was a virgin or not.

My stepfather tired really hard to be a good father and be active in my life. I was very fortunate. However, in his university days during the 80s, he had been a scholarly fraternity jock and he still had all of his clothes from that time period. I stole and wore them all the time because he had the most outrageous…

Yeah, my dad was one of those as well. I have a few that are more of the “laugh instead of crying” variety.

My mom and I had a rough time in high school. I had a hair-trigger temper that came directly from her. We were in the car arguing about... nothing important, probably, when she was getting really mad that I was insisting on holding a packet that had my competitive dance photos in it while we argued. (We use sign…

My father is a religious leader. One of his favorite things to do when I was growing up was to use stories from mine or my brother’s life as examples in his sermons. The week he talked about the crush I had from the pulpit *while that guy was in the room listening* was probably close to the worst thing. That, or…

My dad was a pretty serious LOTR nerd before it was cool, i.e. before the movies came out. He read all the appendices and books by Tolkien’s son annotating his father’s notes and books about the linguistics and collections of artwork about Middle Earth. Two of these artists were particularly considered to be experts,…