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It’s simple. Dated him for a couple of years. He broke up with me right before Christmas. I, of course, asked him if there was someone else, because my intuition told me there was. He promised me there wasn’t. After a small break, we remained very close, but as friends.

I find that to be a common trait amongst all horrible bosses, the lack of foresight and understanding how a decision impacts everyone. I can’t tell you how many times my boss has uttered “oh, I didn’t think of that”.

Ugh. I’m right there with you. Two deaths, a relative and a friend, happened within a week of each other. I didn’t have to take off work for either, because one funeral was over the weekend, and I just shifted my time for the other, and then worked 2 hours when I got home at 9pm. My boss still managed to ask a

I hate that I don’t absolutely hate this. Such is life.

Ugh, yes! I never liked the idea of public proposals for various reasons, that being one of them. I don’t think they all fall under that category, but what a spot to put someone in if they aren’t on the same page. Did you ever see that clip of the guy who brought his girlfriend to the Today show under the ruse of

Trust your instincts on that one! Even if you’re wrong, it might open your eyes to vulnerabilities you could have elsewhere.

Right. It’s more their reaction to finding out they are blocked than anything. Be safe!

He doesn't. I'm glad you filed your report. I should have at the time.

Thank you!

Since women have had a property label for a long time, I think it’s probably always been this way. When this guy professed his love for me in front of others (which I now think was to control my answer - like proposing in public), he was genuinely shocked and confused that I told him I wasn’t interested. He spent the

So much control. He can decide he’ll never bother you again, and you’ll still have to look over your shoulder.

It’s so scary, and I bet most women have a story to tell. That makes me really sad. I was hounded by a professor that I thought was really cute at first. Then, once I got that weird, tingly sense, I knew I had to stop the flirting immediately. He was leaving numerous voicemails on my phone... “Where are you at 2 am?

I’m watching it right now. I may even postpone RHOBH until tomorrow.

I’ll be making a Morningstar chik’n patty sandwich with the vegetarian gravy and stuffing leftovers from yesterday. Hope that counts.

I moved in with my parents in my mid-20s to save up to buy a home, after apartment living. They didn’t make any rules for me, but I gave them the respect of letting them know that I might not be home on certain nights. I also picked up a few of the monthly bills and shared grocery duty. I bought a house at the right

Go-Go is correct.

I had cluster headaches about 10 years ago. I was a server at the time, and one came on so suddenly and strong once, I doubled over and almost dropped a whole tray of food. I don’t know how I managed to save that tray. Anyway, I went home and stowed away in the coldest, darkest room. It was miserable. The whole thing

Thank you. I’m not a fan of Meghan. It’s too obvious that she read a book on how to be a reality star ( step 1. pick an enemy immediately. 2. involve yourself in every single topic and detail how it impacts you, regardless of whether or not it impacts you...). Vicki, however, remains at the top of my “please leave the

I was more offended at seeing a picture of Bobbi Kristina in her casket in some trash magazine at the register in CVS yesterday. It was right at the credit card scanner, and I had to avert my eyes the whole time I was in line and purchasing.