By “lost” I mean that I gave them the boot. They were all family. My husband’s family, to be specific. I have an anxiety disorder. It’s mostly hormonal at this point, but the more I deal with it the more I realize it’s also situational. Situational in the sense that
Hey Heather! Life, here … I haven’t thrown you enough shitty curve balls lately, chocked full of awkward and hair pulling situations … so I’m going to send you a real doozy today! I’m pretty sure that’s what happened, and while I’m not complaining I’m also not jumping for
Here is what I hate the most about the holidays. It isn’t the blatant lack of cultural knowledge of what the holidays actually represent. It isn’t the materialism that bleeds out of every nook and cranny. It isn’t the consumerism, the over-indulgence, or even the misguided judgments that what ‘I’
This morning I got this crazy idea in my head: to ask my Facebook friends and B(itch)Log fans if they as parents would assume their children’s financial business is theirs for the asking. Interestingly enough, the majority of my friends/fans said “no, absolutely not.” Only two people said “yes,” with caveats, though.