To OP whose friend slept with mutual friend's dh: I went through something similar, though my friend-for-decades and dh, who has emotional ptsd, didn't sleep together; they had a deep emotional affair. I may not have found out had she not tried to stop our wedding, causing me to investigate. (She stepped in when she found out we were having issues.) The things she did, and her blatant lies and betrayals were profound; she even tried to turn us against each other after the wedding. Many of our mutual, childhood friends know. As horrified as they are, they remain friends with her. I'd never ask them to choose sides, but I'm not sure which hurts worse. I feel like I lost TEN friends. I feel betrayed by all of them.

I don't think it should be limited to people on welfare. In my perfect world, there is a reversible birth control that works 100% of the time and has no side effects, and everyone is on it. You want a kid? You get to go through a small test, that checks that you have some basic idea of what bringing a life into the world means, and that you are ready to provide on all fronts (emotionally being the most important one). Yeah, I'm not holding my breath.

I started to feel the tears stream down my face and almost got in a squabble with my older sister whom I sometimes have a complicated relationship with though we are close. I was very, very tempted to attack her back while in my emotional state. But I took a deep breath, knew I was in the wrong and admitted fault, even though how she went about expressing it wasn't the best. Also, it seemed like empathizing really helps diffuse the situation. She was immediately apologetic and said she was frustrated with other things happening. I had a feeling that was going on. She gave props for us using non-defensive open communication, which hasn't been easy to reach for when we fight, but it's a work in progress. Our individual therapy sessions help and I bet it'll be tested when we travel together next week. #fightlovingly

I love my job, it's fun, easy and customers and coworkers are all, for the most part, awesome. I still think it's weird to be actually happy at work and I am having a hard time not analyzing constructive criticism or helpful hints to death. I would like more responsibility, and have asked for more, but I do wonder if that's even a good idea since my stupid brain likes to go into hyper-anxiety mode if perfection isn't obtained. My logical brain knows that there's really no point in dissecting each imperfection as much as I do, but my emotional brain is just an asshole.

Staying off FB today. Although I'm happy for my friends who post their love for their fathers, part of me is jealous. My father emotionally tortured and molested me. I am estranged from him, but the rest of my family also - they chose to stand by him. I wonder who I'd be today had I been blessed with a father who I loved, adored, trusted and felt secure with.

Growing up, my dad spoiled me. He would call me nice things and bring home presents. When the divorce happened and we moved away, I remember my stepdad being a real ass who would constantly put me down. My mom was no better because it seemed without Dad there, she began to use drugs, sleep around and physically and emotionally abuse me. I remember once she slapped me for something and I just stared at her, she slapped me again and again, trying to make me cry until she told me to go to my room and kept kicking me as I walked there. No matter how hard they tried, I remembered deep down I was loved by my dad and they couldn't take that away from me. No matter how hard they beat the hell out of me or called me names, I stayed a little proud. So, when my dad came to get custody of me, I turned to my mom and she tried to hug me. I let her and whispered back that whatever she did to me was going to happen to her. I haven't heard from her since then and I don't care to

His biceps and forearms are sick. They are such a turn on to me. I love when he wraps me in his arms. I feel completely safe and invincible. His strength (in all its many forms - emotional, mental, as well as physical) is my favorite thing about him.

I wish my family had been more comfortable with divorcing bad mates. This would have saved Granny from getting beat up by Gramps and putting up with his infidelities for 60 years. It would have meant that Dad would have left Mom to marry one of his many girlfriends, and I would have been spared her whining about Dad all those years. Mom would have left Dad to marry her boss, whose wife was in a hospital 2 years while he pursued Mom. Boss said he'd always love Mom, but he didn't, he went back to his wife, and Mom was depressed over it for 40 years. Sister would have divorced BIL, who is emotionally and verbally abusive to point of ruining family gatherings. Not only do I wish they'd all divorced, I wish they'd never gotten married.

I'm not an overly emotional person. Things take a while to sink in with me, and I naturally put things in perspective before getting worked up in a good or bad way. For all the people who've told me how much I'll cry and go on and "forget my husband" (?) when I have my baby, I'm glad my dear friend was kind enough to share her truth of not feeling an instant earth-shattering attachment to her newborn. I don't know what my reaction will be, but either way is OK.

Don't be dramatic! Another way women are also dismissed is telling them they are too emotional, or to sush at them. Shhhh, you're thoughts and feelings are invalid because you have a vagina and no brains.