You’ve got some choices:

My MIL and her roommate are going on a cruise for Thanksgiving, which we usually spend with them. My younger son is going to spend several days, including Thanksgiving with my ex, so it will just be my older son and me. Are you in my area?

What kind of work do you do? Just the general field.

Sleeping.

Lara Bars. They’re basically fruit and nuts (and maybe chocolate chips).

Thank you, but not cancer. I have an autoimmune disorder (possibly more than one).

I’m totally craving my grandmother’s wilted lettuce now.

BEAUTY THREAD!

The local charter school (NorCal) has classes from 7:30 am to 5 pm. WTH!? How is that supposed to help students and teachers?

I recommend taking a drama class or two. It’s amazing what you can learn to fake.

I’m pretty sure its because the Pope said that women will never be priests.

I’m sorry. It’s very, very hard.

Thank you.

I’m very sorry for your loss. People seem to think that when you’re young you’ll recover more easily. That’s not true. It’s a greater shock. As I get older, loss becomes more common, and I’ve become more accepting.

I gave up most of my family, but it’s been worth it. I miss them, but I couldn’t live that life.

I went door to door as a Jehovah’s Witness. I had to do the whole “I can’t participate in holiday stuff” at school. I hated nearly every minute of it, but I still did it, and I was still anti-choice for a long time after I left.

I lost my first husband when I was 32. Numb slog is a perfect description. I cried hysterically the first day, after they took his body away, then I just shifted into going through the motions. It was about a year before I got back to mostly functioning. Three years before I didn’t tear up when I thought about him.

I truly believe that closure doesn’t exist. You reach a point where you move on, or you get stuck.

I think they both used the same crap plastic surgeon.

I have my DVR set to capture every episode on every channel, new and repeats. It’s the only way to save my sanity.