Sweet jesus no, I should of clarified. They kicked me out for not quitting college (Jesus doesn’t like women-folk learning) and for dating my now-husband after he said he wouldn’t go to their church. College was the thing that did it though.

Three years, two months ago. I miss my dad.

It got worse when my parents kicked me out, I walked to a McDonalds waiting for someone to come get me. My boss’s daughter worked there and asked me to leave at close. It was awful because she picked her daughter up and came in and I tried to awkwardly pretend my car broke down while she game me side-eye. Worst walk…

We shared an office with another woman and her assistant, and they hated me for not saying yes to going out with her creepy son who loved to stop by and harass me.

It’s good that you gave your notice, I had a similar job situation, but with a female boss who hated me for being younger. We shared an office with another woman and her assistant, and they hated me for not saying yes to going out with her creepy son who loved to stop by and harass me.

Went through something similar earlier this year with my husband. Still going through it, actually! He is sober and gamble free (his vices were methadone, Vicodin, scratch offs, slots, draft kings), but he’s not really active in his recovery. This is to say, he’s what they call in AA “dry”. It isn’t always pleasant…

So, this is my first time posting on here (yay!). I need some advice/ words of support/ cyberhugs/ whatever.

When I was little we lived in Detroit. The Old Bear was at that time known as “Precious” and I waited at the front door for him every night.

My dad, the Old Bear died yesterday. I was at work and because he would have accepted nothing less, I finished my shift.

Cheers! Went through that last year in Memphis....it was not easy or convenient, but I would do it again. Lost a lot of “friends” and when one said they judged me and wouldn’t be speaking to me anymore, I said (and do not regret this), “I’d fucking do it again, on a stage, just so you could see it, get the fuck off…

Had a bit of an unpleasant and expensive day. I was renting a parking space from a friend of mine at a lot he owned to store an old car of mine I was planning on getting running again after the summer heat was gone. Well, he apparently sold the lot and I didn’t get the memo. Earlier this week I got a certified letter…

Exactly. That's why models are models. They're professionally photogenic people.

Going on 8 pm and no movement. I still have his last fix hidden for when right before we go, and the ER is 24 hour, but I’m getting antsy. Now he wants to go in tomorrow morning. Deal is he doesn’t get the dose until we’re at the hospital and he fixes there. This is driving me fucking crazy.

Thank you! My boyfriend and I kept checking in with each other, “are you sad?” We were never sad. It just had to be done.

Good I know! Thank you! I'm a little nervous for tomorrow, but I have movies and take out on speed dial, so I'm hoping for the best. Thank you again!

So I mentioned a few weeks ago that my mother is being treated for cancer (her prognosis is good) and that my sister was undergoing testing to see if she also has cancer. She doesn’t. False alarm! Hurrah!

And it will be the one bra that doesn’t work with any of the shirts you brought? I hear ya.

I realized yesterday how scared I still am of my ex, even though I now live 8 hours away from him. A motorcycle turned onto our road as I was waiting for our oldest child to get home from school and even though it looked nothing like his, I had such a strong physical reaction to it that I still can’t get over it. It…

Goal for tonight: talk my husband into going to the VA ER and check in for detox. I even bribed him with money to fix today so he can go in high. If all goes to plan, he can stay there and transfer to a 45 day rehab inpatient program. In the meanwhile, I’m moving back in with my parents while I job hunt. I hope he…

Leaving for vacation tomorrow so I’m compulsively catching up on my laundry now. Because how can I pack if I don’t have every single article of clothing I own clean and ready to choose from? And my spare sheets, those certainly can’t hang out in the laundry basket until I return (though they’ve been there for a month…