Good Lord, you have a DVT and they are just treating you outpatient with xarelto? ! That is weird as hell. No heparin or tPa? Not even Coumadin? They aren’t worried about you throwing the clot? Good Lord I hope they at least offered you narcotics. I’m so sorry you’re going through this. I’m a nurse with a familial…

He could just be terrible at picking up vibes or afraid of misinterpreting signals in any way that could make you uncomfortable or be perceived as harassing. I’d find a way to talk to him outside of work and not try to flirt: just be friendly, a good listener and polite.

I’m so sorry. I dealt with a lot of this last year too. I spent all of 2014 seriously ill and missed my own 30th birthday, had to quit my job and withdraw from school. Plus my husband was horrible about my illnesses and very overwhelmed by a new wife basically married to a sofa after years of working and advancing my…

I also suggest a few pairs of bike shorts or spanx to wear under said dresses in hot weather to avoid painful thigh rub if your thighs touch at all.

I get them ahhh a little closer to center. I pluck those bastards all the time. It’s extra weird cos literally no other hair on my body is that dark or grows that quickly.

I’m still really hanging on to hope that my divorce is not going to get finalized and that we’re going to reconcile.

No rlly you must be me. Want to watch Ed Wood movies and switch to bourbon?

Let’s be best friends.

This is why I stick to midcentury cocktails and furniture. So much less weird gelatin and zero mayonnaise!

I’m bummed I’m not but realize I’m in the minority. I’m estranged from most of my nasty, personality disordered family and I’m really really going to miss holidays with my in laws. They’re all so nice, cook well and not one of them has chucked a cast iron skillet at anyone else’s head. Seriously. They are good people.

I have a hypothesis that tabbies all suffer from Feline Oppositional Defiance Disorder, as evidenced by every single tabby I’ve ever met. Including my own two. Hellions, the lot of them.

Just say NO to aspic. It’s a crime against gelatin.

I really must. The muse is upon me. Someone needs to be.

I am the jilted wife in question. But the headline is just fiction, unless I have the power to cause mayhem with my thoughts (aided by his obesity, high cholesterol, hypertension, stress, alcoholism and stimulant abuse.)

Raven is just high af and trolling us, hard. Trolling has less calories than Doritos.

Dude one of my friends has a throne like that. I’ve been trying to find a way to house sit and enjoy a blissful poop in solitude.

That’s how they become rich. My ex would buy generic everything, thought “nice clothes” came from Kohls and hem and haw about the slightest expense.

Also ask for the staff to go with it. Trust me. Cleaning: that much home on your own is literally a part time job. 6000sqft ate up about 25hrs per week to keep nice.

Oh hell yeah! Repeatedly, actually. My most recent winning line: “hey this could be the very last time we do it...”

I told my ex husband that I was kinda disappointed that I made it 4 decades without receiving a dick pic.