
She tells me that toys are out of her comfort zone. I haven’t asked about erotica, but I would be surprised if she is interested. It’s possible that she is too embarrassed to share, which is why I have looked around to confirm. |
You and her mother are both idiots if you think blaming a 7 year old for the death of an animal is acceptable. It is abusive to blame a 7 year old for killing an animal. As PP noted, her parents should have supervised. Hopefully you are a better parent to your own kids. |
No. You can't act hateful to someone them tell them you love them in the same breath without casuing harm. Doing this is in effect saying to the person that they deserve the hate. |
Oh I see what is happening---everything bad that the poster has been involved in, in her life, is always someone else's fault. And ultimately every bad thing is her mom's fault for not preparing her how to handle life. We have heard this all before. |
This thread has gone off the tracks.. |
NP. People have very complicated feelings towards crummy parents. Nobody is telling or acting both hateful and loving to their parent. People are talking to you about deepest secrets. Perhaps you should focus on being a less crummy person. |
DP. Except that’s not what any said. Enjoy your make believe fight. |
Go Blue! |
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I am envious of people who go to Harvard or Princeton, but not the person who won the lottery and got in by chance, but rather those from rich families, prep school, house in Martha's Vineyard, play squash or lacrosse. Their lives are completely set up for success that I could never have. But as my mom used to say," life is unfair, some people are born on Park Avenue. |
Oh lord. She does sound repressed. |
Not really my deepest secret. But one I have no reason to tell anyone, even my DH.
I alphabetize things often. If there is time and headspace, I make it happen. Even in normal conversation. If I am about to tell my kids, remember to pack your shoes, water and snack. And if I have time, I would tell them, “shoes, snack, and water.” If I’m at work (I’m a teacher), and I need 3 kids to take a turn on something. I often have the headspace to say, “At table 3, Julian, Nora, and Petra,” please take your turn. Note, it doesn’t bother me if I don’t do this. It’s not a compulsion that feels bad. It’s just, if I can make it happen, I will. One more: even if I tell my family or kids, “next time you’re feeling bored, remember you can ~go outside, ~ride your bike, or ~take a walk.” It’s easy for me to do in all sorts of conversation. Happens all the time. If I tell my family “I was ~easygoing and ~lenient about the tv today.” I could have said it the other way, but I specifically said it that way. |
I’ve only told one person this- I could things. For example, 8 light bulbs, 32 window panes. I don’t know if it’s a form of OCD or ADHD and a way to occupy my racing mind. |
Probably not you, I wasn’t at a big 10. One day I saw some secret flirtation between a student and female professor. It was cute, remarkable, right in the Public square but they hid it well. I only noticed because.. I had her for two classes. She was older but had a young energy. They were very small senior/grad level courses. So you know those professors well. I’m fairly sure she was single anyway. I didn’t have her for a prof that semester but one day I spotted her on campus. I thought “oh cool, wonder how she’s doing—“ I see her definitely looking at someone. They’re both smiling flirtatiously but look away from each other. They’re both meander towards a bench. One sits down and waits. The other waits a minute, looks around absently. Then sits down. They basically do the “cia-spy-we’re-not-sitting-together-talk-thing.” He was probably 20. It’s not a huge deal but that they were hiding it, and how 200 other people around would have never noticed. But I noticed bc I knew her. I always wonder!! Were they on track for a hidden relationship? Was it meaningful or just sex? Could it work out? I want to feature it as a story in the alumni magazine somehow, but no. |
It could be all in the imagination. Which leaves no trace. Can you go on a week-long vacation without kids? Somewhere calming and fun? It takes a few days to recover from everyday life. |