Confessions

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I probably suffer from mild depression and/or anxiety, but am unwilling to discuss it with my doctor, be medicated or seek counseling for fear it will affect my insurability (life insurance). I want lots of life insurance coverage in place in case the cancer I recently had treated returns and kills me.

I am a "cancer survivor" but hate that term, because I feel like if I or anyone else uses that term to refer to me, it's tempting fate and I will become a cancer non-survivor.

I am so sorry to hear about your experience with cancer. But, I do not think that being treated for depression will affect your insurability (certainly not more so than the cancer), so please don't let that stand in the way. I say this because I've struggled with depression and anxiety but had great success with medications AND successfully got a life insurance policy when I was a SOHM even after disclosing my history. I now have another one through work, now that I'm a WOHM, so I'm quite well insured, which does bring tremendous peace of mind. Medication and/or counseling could really turn your life around--and help you deal with your fears that the cancer will return (which are completely normal, but I had a cancer scare when I was off meds b/c I was pregnant and nearly had a mental breakdown. Had another one when I was on my meds and totally took it in stride. So, it really can make a huge difference in handling what is objectively a scary situation.) I hope this helps. It always bums me out to hear about people avoiding getting help that made such a difference in my life. Good luck!

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:I still miss "the one who got away." Often.

Me too. And I always dream about him too - I'm not kidding. I've thought about seeking counseling for this - I feel so guilty about it. I rarely dream about my husband, but the one who got away pops up in my dreams very regularly. I am still in touch with him via Facebook, and now his girlfriend (whose pics are on his FB page) pops into my dreams to - as if we are all hanging out together or something. I must be losing it.

OMG, me too! Its Facebook! I stopped looking at his facebook and the dreams have almost totally stopped. Trust me, you feel a lot better in the morning when you don't wake up going "hmmm....that was weird."

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Yeah, so on that note, so do I. Every single day.

And after 13 years, we just saw each other (I happened to be in another city, not too far from him). Amazing, mind-blowing sex ensued, followed by love letters and daily contact.

And then his wife found out, and now I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Effing Facebook (well, my fault too. But still. Effing Facebook).

[Anonymous]

Why are people commenting on other people's confessions? That's totally not appropriate.

[Anonymous]

I love anal sex. Never wanted to do it, but my hubby turned me on to it and I love it.

[Anonymous]

I just rinse my hands, I don't really wash them well everytime....

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I want my child to attend an extremely costly and prestigious high school and I will go broke doing it. Nothing matters to me more than getting him a great education. I will go into debt about it. I am working with minimal but I am willing to get this done at all costs. My priorities are God, getting my child into the best HS in DC and everything else falls in line. I am obcessed with this. God help me.

You say, "I will go into debt about it," as if that were the exception rather than the rule. This is America. Taking on ungodly amounts of debt to pay for education is our national religion.

[Anonymous]

I buy heavy cream by the quart and drink it straight out of the carton.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I want my child to attend an extremely costly and prestigious high school and I will go broke doing it. Nothing matters to me more than getting him a great education. I will go into debt about it. I am working with minimal but I am willing to get this done at all costs. My priorities are God, getting my child into the best HS in DC and everything else falls in line. I am obcessed with this. God help me.

You say, "I will go into debt about it," as if that were the exception rather than the rule. This is America. Taking on ungodly amounts of debt to pay for education is our national religion.[/quote b

Yeah but there is more to my profile. I am African American and we tend to go with the status quo with education so long as the training is not too deficient. I know there are tons of black families who value education but there is a cut off point when it comes to paying for secondary schools. We will go all out for college but not for HS. We are middle class for sure. Educated but still quite middle class, at least in the DC area. Down south we lived much better and ran in some really cool circles. A great private school did not exceed $18000.00. Here the big number is $30,000.00 and all of my freinds think I'm crazy for constantly calculating how I am going to get this done when college will be right around the corner. I get tired of hearing, "Your crazy, just go to Damatha and save money for college where it will really count.". I am obsessed with getting him there. I mean making sure that he has the best test scores and grades, sports,music and scouting profile AND trying to arrange a way to pay. He is in 7th grade and I think of this day and night. It is a confession. Really. Well it is my horrible confession. If anyone out there understands let me know.

[Anonymous]

I have hair on the top of my feet and toes (like a man)and have to shave during the spring/summer. Totally gross.

[Anonymous]

i'm proud that my son goes to an inner city school. i could send him to a private school but it seems like such a waste. i'd rather go travel with him.

[Anonymous]

Hi everyone. My name is Ashley and I am looking for a doctor for my family. I just need to be sure that I have a doctor that is aware of different cultures and growth charts and things. To give a little background:

DH was born and raised in Asia (and is actually Asian)
I am White (Euro Mutt) and American born.
DH and I met and married in Germany where our two children were eventually born.
We need to find a doctor that knows how to treat an intact penis (Please no comments for the Intactavists or the Circ'emallavists).
We also need someone who will not judge us on our cultural immersion that happened in Germany. DH, the kids, and I all love wearing brown shorts, brown sandals, and black socks. We also don't wish to be mocked for our black framed glasses and our bum bags (fanny packs).

Please advise.

Ash

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Hi everyone. My name is Ashley and I am looking for a doctor for my family. I just need to be sure that I have a doctor that is aware of different cultures and growth charts and things. To give a little background:

DH was born and raised in Asia (and is actually Asian)
I am White (Euro Mutt) and American born.
DH and I met and married in Germany where our two children were eventually born.
We need to find a doctor that knows how to treat an intact penis (Please no comments for the Intactavists or the Circ'emallavists).
We also need someone who will not judge us on our cultural immersion that happened in Germany. DH, the kids, and I all love wearing brown shorts, brown sandals, and black socks. We also don't wish to be mocked for our black framed glasses and our bum bags (fanny packs).

Please advise.

Ash

My confession is that I put this on the wrong thread. My bad.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:i just shat my pants, literally.

i was coming home from dinner and had the most uncontrollable urge to poop, and i couldn't hold it and was pooping in my pants as i was running into the house. thank god dh is still at work....

On the bright side, you used the proper tense of "shit".

[Anonymous]

ha! I was so confused as I was reading this post.

[Anonymous]

I confess that I re-gift everything.