I am super okay with any amount of doxxing or other similar beauty-of-the-internet solutions on this one. Fuck those pigs. 

This. BITCH.

No, it’s not.

Preach. And hugs from further down the road. Like you, my now-ex and I had separated a few years ago. It was a fucking terrible, emotionally abusive marriage. But I was sure we had to make it work, that there was NO WAY I could single parent.. I didn’t want the 15+ years to mean nothing after all I had climbed through…

That was my second thought on seeing that image. :( I decided that to land on “please let them be oblivious and looking for pokemon” because that’s somehow a little more palatable to me.

Also fellow yinzer.

My piece of shit example of a human husband left me and kids a few months ago. The world has no idea what a sick pervert he is. My thinking and assumption of ‘my fault’ and ‘for the kids’ had me convinced to stay and tying myself in knots to be what he wanted, even though right after our first child was born, he was…

You must.

I would watch that on repeat for days.

Just another reboot.

When I was 15 one of my best friends was killed. I was supposed to be there, but by fluke went to a different gathering that night. Your story brought back so many of those feelings from those first years, and made me wonder how much I still hang on to that is now just hardcoded “surviving”. And then I thought of my…

“KKK rally port-a-potty holding tanks Ted Cruz and Donald Trump”