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After my abusive ex-husband and I divorced, I was an emotional basket case for a long time (and still am, lol). Even though my ex was no longer able to physically abuse me, he was still gaslighting me, and my young son and I were still being emotionally abused by him. My ex had recently remarried, to someone who was

I never trust anyone who visits NYC and says people were rude there. New York is such a special city at its core. I’m so happy that woman was there for you when you needed it. 

So about a decade ago, I had just started my second year of grad school at NYU- when I got a call from my mom that my uncle had had a horrible fall, was in the ICU and unlikely to live. I was really close with this uncle and absolutely devastated. All of my family lived on the west coast and I had no money to get home

I bought a pregnancy test for a friend in high school. The potential father was her first love who shattered her heart when he cheated on her. She was even more devastated when her period was late. Despite our falling out over my disapproval of his treatment of her, she showed up at my door crying and too scared to

I’m so glad to see this topic, especially since I’ve been melting down all over Jezebel the last few days over an emergency due to my son’s situation.

Best twenty that woman ever spent.

Thanks for saying this, and I’m so sorry for your suffering. Being “seen” like that, even in such a small way, was pivotal for me to see myself anew and to recognize that what I’d habituated myself to accept wasn’t okay. (The way you describe it is spot-on.) It took a long time (and I have to continue to work) but I

I was at work one day, in the summer. I was talk to a visitor outside at one of our buildings. There were wasps flying around, and we were generally trying to avoid them, but it was difficult.

This isn’t a huge thing as far as changing my life, but anyway, here goes.

This is such a small thing, but it still sits with me. About 20 years ago, I was flying home with my garbage boyfriend after I’d brought him to meet my family for the first time at Thanksgiving. I now realize it was an emotionally and verbally abusive relationship, but at the time I just suffered constantly. On the

Not me but something my mother did:
I lived in a remote spot of California growing up. One day on the way to school, we saw the neighbor who lived in the “weird” house walking to town with a suitcase, her dog, and a puffy, red face. Without hesitation, my mom whipped the car over, sternly said “Keep walking, I’m coming

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 say this all the time even though it has gotten me in trouble more than once.

I do hope you’re both there for that.

Saw this last night and broke down realllll quick. I had my cancer diagnosis a few months before Alex, so I have been there with him the whole time. The way he describes the sudden depression with a side of trying to pull it together for everyone around you is so spot on I felt exposed. He really is a treasure to the

I, too, have missed them. I soothe myself by occasionally getting the frozen chicken bakes at Costco -- which I think I may like better, actually.

That’s bizarre. She seems rich enough that she wouldn’t have to bullshit qualifications for her daughters - she could just bribe their way in with a donation, like the other really rich kids (it’s the not-quite-as-rich folks that have to do the qualifications-fraud crap).

With families always on the go, they decided to create a portable food that could safely be prepared by children.

Oh man, any kid of a Hot Pockets heiress should get accepted to any school in America just on the promise of unlimited Hot Pockets for all present and future roommates!

I know the staff of the AV club despise the Joker film, but the more awards that performance won, the more nails in Leto’s Joker coffin.