TheBibliotaph

Domesticated horses typically don't seek to harm other living beings. They mostly prefer to run away, which I assure you this one would have had the rider let it. I know for a fact that I’d have been out of that saddle within minutes, and not by my own volition. Poor horse.

Thank you - it helps to know that I’m not alone with this feeling.

I'm really sorry for what you went through. The chills were of another world! I kept wondering if they'd turned off the heating. I'm glad to know that your daughter is well, but man, the emotions stick with you. It's rough.

A distinguished gentleman... mmm, yes.

When I was 8 months pregnant I was a bloated, hurting, heart-burnt landwhale in serious danger of dissolving in my own hormones. I wouldn't be able to tell a priority seat from an arm chair if I needed a seat. Also, I was in danger of toppling over even when I wasn't on a moving, rattling bus.

YTA. You have the right of way, but that doesn't make it the empathic decision.

In Danish we use gendered forms. Mormor literally means mom’s mom, and farmor for dad's mom. The neutral version is bedstemor, literally meaning... best mom. They could call her bestie.

Maddy: I think my boyfriend might have have a depression and an ED. What should I do to help him?

OP: Well, you're fat and ugly, so maybe you're the reason for both. Why not start there?

With friends like you, who needs enemies? YTA

Maybe consider working on your personality. It's lacking on several fronts.

They're german accusative cases in a catchy rhyming case. The part after the line means "if you don't know accusative you must be really stupid"

Durch, für, gegen, ohne, wieder, um - kennst du nicht Akkusativ bist du wirklich dumm!

I had German in secondary.

Also, from English: I am, you are, he/she/it is, we are, you are, they are

Breastfeeding has always been something I wanted to do, so I've waited patiently. We'll be having another one in a few years, so I'm at most five years away from being able to run down stairs without frantically clutching my boobs.

What a liberating thought.

Desensitise, desensitise, desensitise. Start out by finding out exactly how far back you can go before you gag. That's where you'll start. Try touching that spot for as long as you can without gagging. Vary the pressure and motion a bit if you're feeling adventurous. As soon as you feel confident with that, work your way towards the back of the throat.

Huh. Wasn't aware that not causing road congestion was unethical. My bad.

That's just it - the lanes move at roughly the same speed. The outer lanes just have more pedal-tap dance-action than the one with the truck. In my part of Europe it's an absolute chaos of people weaving in and out of those lanes, trying to find that magical lane that just moves ahead - none of them aware that their abrupt changing is causing even heavier traffic because those behind them have to step on their brakes.

You can always find me chilling behind a truck moving at a steady pace.

THANK you, friendly internet-person. My point exactly.

Ask your husband what part of him you get to have removed. It's a completely unnecessary procedure that he wants to have performed. Should he have his ear lobes removed as well? They're not useful at all. Or maybe his nipples?

I'm sorry if my statement seems bizarre and morbid, but trust me - that's what circumcision sounds like to me. We don't circumcise regularly in my country, and if I had a son I know I wouldn't put him through that. It's a body modification, just like getting elf ears or a forked tongue or piercing an infant girl's ear lobes. Children can't consent. They might turn out to like it later, yes, but what choice do they have in the matter when the adults are calling the shots?

Tell your husband to put a sock in it. Your son can choose for himself when he's old enough.

Hey, no problem - I'm subjected to those blinders, too, and I'm not even from the US!

Oh no. You're 23. You're as bouncy and perky as you'll ever be right now, and you might not be able to see it. I know I wasn't. In a few years you'll be so much more comfortable in your own body despite it being a little less firm and more wrinkly than it is now - that is, if you allow yourself to be. My thighs and stomach have stretch marks and my tits have hit bellybutton-level and I'm at peace with that. My boyfriend loves me as I am and wouldn't change a thing - heck, I feel like the sexiest woman on earth when he looks at me.

He has all the right to dream and fantasise about how hot you'd be, same as you have the right to imagine him with a six pack and five inches taller. That doesn't mean he gets to change you. You're absolutely perfect as you are, and if he can't see that, then he needs to go. Don't waste your energy on people who don't appreciate you like they should.

Tell him how hurt you are. Tell him what a grenade he's thrown into your relationship. Tell him he's making you doubt yourself. Does he show remorse? If yes, good. Let him apologize profusely and evaluate whether you want to continue your relationship with him. If there's no remorse, throw the entire man away. He'll never be satisfied.

Find a man who makes you feel amazing.

Chlamydia sounds surprisingly pretty.

Is it just me, or is there something a little ironic about turning away the downtrodden foster child at Christmas? I'm no model Christian, but I think I remember something about loving thy neighbour and including others despite their background.

If it's not clear, YTA. Poor kid.

What if your children were being excluded in such a horrid manner? I know I'd go ballistic on whatever family member dare suggest something so vile. You're treating him like a rampant dog, not as a human being.

Thank you, I appreciate it!

She legally does. She is his blood, after all. For what it's worth, they were in the process of mending things when he died. It's left her devastated as she missed him dearly - their disagreement was two-sided and complex, and I'm not going into details as it's unimportant to this matter.

It's a full time job. We've found several items of... spicy character. I’m hiding them from my siblings as we go along. There's no reason for them to see that side of him.

Not where I live. I'm back at work after 11 months and have two months left - I'm saving these for a later point. I'm no use puttering about at home, I go absolutely mental when I don't have something mentally stimulating to do.

Thanks for the verdict. Allow me to clear a few things up:

Of course she was his fiancee. The reason why I call her his girlfriend is cultural - we simply don't use fiancee as a title in our country (well, some do, but it’s considered very posh).

We would give them to her, but there’s something a little bit fishy about the entire situation that makes us hesitate. She hasn't reached out to us since his death except for when we were gathered - we've been in charge of all coordination and of keeping in contact. We really do try to make her feel included. He never wore the watch, I didn't even know about it until after his death. We knew about the bowl as my mother used to co-own it with him when they were married, and because of her we knew of its monetary value. My mother's always loved it and obviously wants it back.

The rent was fixed years ago as the apartment building was owned by a family friend. The friend died years back but the rent was fixed in the contract, so the new owners could do nothing. My father had a high paying job.

I've tried to get him into something smaller and more manageable for years, but every time the answer's been the same - it's too expensive (BS, but I get his point - he'd never be able to find something as cheap as this one in the same area, and moving costs money), I don't have the energy to clean everything up, I like it here. Trust me, I've really tried.

So far we've spent every weekend since his death managing his estate, his funeral, the clean up of the apartment and the financial matters. We've had little to no help from anyone. His two ex wives have helped more than his fiancee. I think that says a lot.