thesporkgirl
thesporkgirl
thesporkgirl

After the other GSA story we had here a few months ago, this really reinforces the concerns I had about that relationship. The father needs to maintain those boundaries, even if the daughter is legally an adult, though even more so in this case where she actually asked him to stop. I have no doubt that GSA is real,

I really don't "do" conflict and have problems with boundaries so people I am not wanting at my wedding will NOT be invited to the wedding. Unless they demand an explanation, I won't even notify them they should be getting an invite. Simple as that. My fiance is good at boundaries and this is what he said we should

Yeah, this is something I was thinking about, but was hesitant to bring up. I know a handful of people who had perfectly reasonable childhoods with loving parents who regularly take to the internet to vent about their "toxic" family. And while that's totally anecdotal, it does give me pause each time I hear a story

After being placed in my second foster home at age 14, I cut off all communication with my alcoholic mother. I didn't speak to her for the last 15 years of her life. My great-aunt (mother's father's sister) who always defended my mother regardless of the crap she put the rest of the family through, told me that

Perhaps they'll even blame their relationship problems on her.

Of all people to get engaged on Valentine's Day. With a heart-shaped ring.

what... reading?

*LOL* My wife and I had a similar experience involving a large, oddly-shaped, HEAVY AS FUCK and tragically ugly crystal bowl-like thing. We gave it to the church yard sale this past spring.

God bless everyone who bought off our registry. Those are still the plates & silverware we use, 11 years later. I am only now replacing some of those pots & pans.

"What is really sexy? Who is beautiful? What does it even mean to be good looking?"

the idea of registering skeeves me out period but I know I will have a shower and people will want to buy gifts. I'd rather get useful stuff than crystal vases or whatever people buy. I think I'll be registering though thankful so that we aren't pigeonhole to some big box.

I had a friend who was absolutely certain that his devoutly Catholic parents did not have premarital sex, he was just born very premature. His parents were married at the beginning of the same month he was born in. He was quite indignantly sure he was just a miracle baby who survived being born at 4 weeks gestation,

The guy I dated in high school/early college had a sister who was about 10 years older, and had gotten whoopsie pregnant with a jerkweed she was just screwing around with and not intending to have a serious relationship with. Their folks were hard core fundie Christian, and so their dad had a nice talk with that young

I worked really hard to get a 4.0 GPA in college and math was my biggest weakness. I saved the one math class I had to take for my very last semester of school and spent all semester telling my teacher how I couldn't ruin my 4.0 and also kissing butt. I worked hard, did all my homework, saw a tutor multiple times and

My mom still thinks the tramp stamp I got 17 years ago is henna that I keep getting redone. You believe what you want to believe.

My last semester of college I was pretty much checked out(weren't we all). I had this Roma Studies class that had a very simple 5 page final paper that I just could. not. get. into. The teacher was very lax (as in gave us a VHS tape and left for 2 weeks to judge a music contest in Russia without the school's

When I was in high school, I had a best friend named Christine. One time, we went to the beach and on the way back we stopped at our favorite coffee shop to see our friends that hung out there. I had to get home by a certain time and she had driven, but she didn't want to leave so I had to call my Mom to pick me up.

Yep, created a burner just for this.

I was admitted to grad school in a city I had never visited before. All summer, I bugged the housing department mercilessly to get into graduate student housing, because I was afraid to try to find an apartment in an unfamiliar city by myself. Graduate housing was extremely limited. This involved a tremendous amount

I know I've got some more, extremely colorful ones, but my BIGGEST lie I'm sure had something to do with a church and the words "I do".