my sister has been on disability for her mental problems 4 years now...... she does do some therapy, but I don't see how it is helping her. instead of having a small job, she sits around the house all day and eats and watches TV and plays on the Internet. she calls me and my other sister bad people, cause that's lazy and beg for money and screams when we don't give her any. she is abusive to my mother. I don't love her I think she is a waste to society.

I took my husband's last name because I like it, but when I suggested we should make up our own last name he loved the idea. Either way, I have a man's last name. My feminist ass just cannot win.

I love my husband and we have a really good relationship, but I chose to follow him in his career while half assing to my goals. Now I feel a bit out of place because I cannot find a job in my chosen field of work. I always knew that this kind of lifestyle wasn't for me, but I guess the idea of being the doting wife was just pressed to far into my brain.

I'm so tired, and SO sick. My immune system is very weak, and I have a hard time fighting off illness. I just wish DH cared. I can barely breathe, and he's out in the living room SMOKING. Even though there's not supposed to be any smoking in the house (of anything, including his legal pot usage). He's got a friend out there also smoking. Yet I'm struggling to breathe. Nice to be loved.

I want a hot body but I am lazy and love to eat. I am right on the edge but do not know how to push myself. And I am getting better but I struggle with over-eating.

I am Tiny Crockpot Girl. I cannot believe people are still thinking about it! I loved my little crockpot for soup and some jerk cut the cord. The aroma of delicious soup was offensive apparently. My DH spliced it back together and then later my boss bought me a new one. Tiny crockpot, you're the one! You make lunchtime lots of fun! LOL!

I love to cook healthy food and love to eat junk food. Yeah, I don't make a lot of sense.

I have on old friend who is having trouble getting pregnant. I want so much to tell her I'm jealous of her childfree life. I want to tell her not to take the meds to get pregnant. I do love my kids but I would not do it over again if given the chance.

I used to ask God to protect me from my abusive husband every morning and every night. Now that I'm away from the husb, I ask God why my husband turned out to be that way. I know I did nothing to deserve it but other people have nice husbands and I wish I'd had one too. My life is okay but not the way I expected it to be - full of love and laughter with a man I was crazy about.

Saying that god loves me whether I believe in him or not is fine, but what if I say it's fine that you believe in god whether he exists or not? How do you feel about that? Because that's pretty much equivalent to what you are doing.