MCAVOY! GASP!

Went through the same thing except it was her that was doing the drinking, drugging and cheating. It hurt like an SOB but it was oh so worthwhile in the end.

I woke up at 40 and thought, well, I can keep living with this rapidly spiraling-down idiot who is drinking our salaries away (among other things), spewing racist garbage, and cheating on me and accept that it’s never going to be change—but hey, I can be “not alone.” OR I can get out. I got out and my life is 1000%…

A friend of mine said this when she was trying to explain to her parents why she had asked her husband to move out. She’s much younger than Sharon Osbourne, too. I was there for support and she just looked at me with these desperate eyes and said, “I’m still a young woman. I can’t keep doing this.” It broke my heart.

I completely get it because I did it too. You get to a point where you know you’ve lived at least 3/4 of your life and death is coming for you sooner rather than later. You realize you need to make every minute of what’s left count because there’s no more time left to fritter away. This is your last chance to grab…

I’d like to welcome Sharon to the Better Late Than Never Club. Join us. Rihanna is our president and Sofia Vergara is Chief Operating Officer. Britney’s bringing cupcakes.

Never too late. This gives me hope. :)

Without getting into a long thing here about aging and watching one’s friends dealing with the effects of aging (illness, dying) who can blame her? She’s spent the past 33 years cleaning up Ozzy’s messes. Maybe she’s tired of it.

Girl, sing my song. I hope she doesn’t regret the years she put in, but good on her for drawing the line. I’m almost certain my dad and step-mother are together because they’re in their late 60's/early 70's, and are scared to be alone.

I hope I’m rich enough to afford an invisible chair someday.

Get your animal fixed people!

“monkey bar daters” Before they let go of the last person they make sure they’ve got a secure grip on another one in front of them.

*hugs* to everyone who’s been sharing stories on this article. I almost lost my mom to PPD after my sister was born, and there are definitely some times when she wasn’t together enough to really take care of us, so I did a lot of growing up, very quickly as a tween. But I know that she loves us, and did her best, and…

God the Father, and Jesus are equal persons in the Godhead, along with the Holy Spirit. It’s how the Trinity works, man.

I always knew god hated socialists.

There may be no greater evil in the world to me than from pieces of shit like this, who actually justify lack of professionalism, pissing on the law or decency—not just a simple, “I didn’t want to do it”, but “JESUS HIMSELF TOLD ME I WAS RIGHT”.

I think honest pieces like this are so necessary, especially around things like Mother’s Day or the death of someone’s mom. When I moved away for college, I never looked back. Well, that’s a lie because I do find myself looking back at how horrible my mom was - especially to me. Now that I’m a parent and do the things…

MARK! *HUGS*