My parents discovered I was gay at the end of my senior year of high school, right before graduation. My father beat me nearly unconscious and I literally ran out of the house with only the clothes I was wearing. I snuck back in twice to get some things, but it barely amounted to a suitcase’s worth of stuff.

I stayed…

I have two, and I genuinely don’t know which is worse.

We were the bad houseguests.

Six or so years ago, my ex-GF and I went to visit our then-newish friends for the first time at their weekend house upstate. We brought our big dog, Fry (the friends we were visiting also have a big dog, and Fry and their dog are friends).

Despite complaining that we didn’t “gift” them with a grandchild quickly enough, my in-laws nevertheless did not bother to see our baby or help out following the birth of our first child (their first grandchild). My MIL insisted that she couldn’t bear the thought of losing sleep because of a crying baby. She actually…

First of all, this happened when said guest was in a (then-undiagnosed) bipolar manic episode, so it wasn’t his fault.

92% of statistics are made up on the spot.

When your life has been affected by rape, a rapist’s crime is always the first thing to mind when their name is mentioned.

I’m happy for you that this isn’t your situation.

Well, I never raped a teenager and then dragged her through a year of shit over it.
So I got that going for me at least.

I dated this particular dumbass right after grad school. He was about a year behind me in getting his Master’s degree, and was preparing to apply to PhD programs (or, as he called it “doctoral school”.) We had been together about a year at this point. Any time he was either “stressed out” by writing this thesis or…

It’s amazing how many ghosts re-materialize once they realize you ain’t paying any attention to their haunting.

Legal discussion and privilege aside...what a shitbag of a human being. 

Its almost like she has a privilege... 

Christmas/Chanukah dinner, 16-17 or so years ago, at the home on my grandparents in a nice Boston suburb. Me, my four adult brothers, mom, an aunt and uncle. Three years or so before, we had had a holiday blowout starring my unmedicated, bipolar mother and a shotgun (see my “Most Disastrous Thanksgiving Meal”…

Whenever I see a kid on a leash, I immediately think, ‘Oh that kid’s a runner’. 

More people need leashes for their kids. 

That’s fucked up and yet incredibly practical. How sad.

Jesus. That’s just completely fucked up. Who does that?

That’s just wrong. And gross. And mean.

Not given by me but by a now-ex friend (“ex” for a myriad of reasons similar to this):

Her stepson was getting married on Christmas eve...she gave him a $1000 gift certificate to a divorce lawyer, “because we can all see that coming.”