I kicked my dh out of the house (not forever, just for the day, I said I don't want to look at you right now) because he freaked out on me and had a temper tantrum. I backed into a car at the grocery store and got a little scrape on the fender of our nice car, but it wasn't my fault! I was backing out slowly and a car came around the corner of one of the parking aisles going really fast and I dinged them. I stopped the car, got out to check the damage and I see the car driving down the lot and I'm thinking oh they're going to circle around to see what happened. Nope, they gunned it out of the parking lot. I didn't have my phone with me and I was at a loss what to do. So I came home. He said I should have gotten into the car and followed them. He also said that I should have gotten the license plate. I didn't think they were going to take off! I'm sure I actually did way more damage to their car than mine.

I've never been attractive. On my best days, I was average. After having emergency surgery on december, my belly is now deformed... forever. Oh, well: I've never been attractive anyway. :/

I'm a healthy 32 year old woman. Or what used to be healthy. Average weight, ate healthy, exercised moderately, didn't smoke or do drugs. My health all came crashing down a month ago. I'm now on oxygen. What used to be something so simple such as walking around a grocery store has now become a difficult task. I'm left breathless, as if a 20 pound weight is on my chest. Nobody can tell me whether or not I will fully regain all of my lung capacity or if I'm going to have to be on oxygen long term or forever. I have no idea when I'm going to be able to return to work. I feel like I took my health for granted. I guess I never thought something like this would happen to me. It sucks that doing something that is so easy for others leaves me breathless. I'm trying not to feel sorry for myself but I do. I feel angry, feel like screaming at God why me and what is I did to deserve this?

My thought on using Google as a source of medical info: it's good to try to inform yourself. Research possibilities with the best sources you can to calm yourself if necessary or figure out what to do until you get in to see the doc (Lord knows that takes forever), so long as you understand that the doctor will know more about you and your situation overall.

I just want my husband back. I posted about the "break" we're taking. He is so mad at me now that he won't even touch the food I cook. I cooked, cleaned, and mended some pants. He won't even stay in the same room with me, won't look at me, much less speak to me. Supposedly I'm within my religious rights to divorce him since he's not living up to his vows, but that's not what I want. I just want our happiness back. I'm afraid its gone forever. But its not so easy to leave, my son has special needs and it would set him backso far if I were to selfishly leave just BC I'm not happy. I don't know what to do. I'm sorry I'm whining here, I just need to get it off my chest.

My coworker made an announcement yesterday that she'll be leaving at the end of April to pursue her dream of travelling the world via sailboat. I'm very happy and proud of her for going for what she wants since we work in a field where it's easy to become quite comfortable and find yourself waking up 20+ years later doing the exact same thing, day in and day out. I'm feeling a bit anxious now though. I know that I don't want to be doing this forever but I don't know what it is that I want to do next. I don't have a passion. I barely have any hobbies. There's a burning desire in me to do something else but I just don't know what that something else is. While I make an OK living doing something I don't hate (which is more than what a lot of people can say) I know that I definitely don't want to do this forever. idunno, thanks for listening :)

Woke up my pre-teen daughter at midnight to tell her she had a once in a lifetime choice: if I really make her so unhappy (had a manipulative meltdown earlier that day), I'd leave, for good and forever; but if she chose for me to stay, she'd have to agree to work together in bettering things. Of course she said she wanted me to stay. My confession: I meant it.

I'm not sure what to do with my Mom. We took care of my Grandmother until she died in Mom's home and since then she's been almost obsessed with death. She's constantly saying "when I die..." and then making up scenarios to hear my reaction. If someone dies around her, even someone she barely knew, she has to call me to let me know immediately. Today the owner of our local meat market died. Mom barely knew her, but she called me to let me know as if they had been friends forever. In faced with mortality, I became far more appreciative of the time we have left, but Mom seems to be absolutely terrified of the thought. I'm not sure how to help her... or if I even can.

Okay y'all, what should we call the place? It can't be the new truu forever, right? Any good ideas? Fee free to not comment here and just make your own post on what you think it should be called.

So, is it 100% certain that the Truu site is dead forever?