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Just realized my dream of shooting milk from my nipples whilst making "pew, pew, pew" sound effects.
Yay, motherhood.
I like to think of myself as emotionally straightforward, but I'm not. I'm not "bad thing happens, cry it out, then move on" like a normal human being. It's more like numbness, then a wave of fuckshitawful, then a little more numbness - which makes me think, "Okay, I'm over it, this is good" - then in the middle of a normal day something triggers a memory and WHAM here comes another wave of fuckshitawful. It's like bad news always takes a long time to fully register. When I was younger, the discovery of a horrible family secret affected me not at all for hours. I nodded at the discloser, enjoyed my pasta, had a lovely conversation, said goodbye. Three hours later in my car on the way to a meeting, it hit like a bomb WHAM all hell broke loose. And that seems to be me - slow on the uptake.
It's not you being slow on the uptake it's you being cautious, at least your brain being cautious.
Your first instinct is not to act rashly or act emotionally, that's actually a pretty rare trait and makes you very special, not weird.
I still haven't lost it over a serious something in my life but I know it's coming eventually and it will probably be because there are no ripe bananas in the fruit bowl or that there were coffee grounds in my cup.
There is no wrong way to grieve as long as you aren't self-harming or harming another.
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Well, first there is no "normal" way to handle grief. I don't know very many who follow the "cry it out, then move on" process, actually. For me, it can depend on what else is going on around me. Sometimes there just isn't time or space in my head to process something bad when it happens. Right after my mother died, I left the hospital and went to lunch. I didn't cry it out; I had a greasy cheeseburger. You're as normal as any of us. Sorry.![]()
Got vs. gotten
In American and Canadian English, the past participle of the verb get is usually gotten. For example, we might say, “I have gotten behind on my work,” or, “The book was not gotten easily.” Got is the participle in some uses, though, such as where has got to or have got to means must (e.g., “We have got to go to the store.”) and where has got or have got means has or have (e.g., “I have got five sisters.”)
In the main varieties of English from outside North America, the past participle of get in all its senses is usually got. Gotten appears occasionally, and it is standard in a few set phrases such as ill-gotten gains, but the shorter form prevails by a large margin.
That gotten is primarily used in North America has given rise to the mistaken belief that it is American in origin and hence new and inferior. But gotten is in fact an old form, predating the United States and Canada by several centuries. It fell out of favor in British English by the 18th century, but it was eventually picked up again on the other side of the Atlantic, perhaps by analogy with forgotten.
The vehemence of some Britons’ scorn for gotten likely has to do with the fact that it has gained ground in British English over the last couple of decades. Many English speakers from outside North America resist the encroachment of so-called Americanisms (many of which, like gotten, are not actually American in origin) on their versions of English, and, for mysterious reasons, some feel especially strongly about gotten.
LTR- I have eating two 'smore candy corn individual packs in two days and it's all your fault![]()

Just realized my dream of shooting milk from my nipples whilst making "pew, pew, pew" sound effects.
Yay, motherhood.
Just realized my dream of shooting milk from my nipples whilst making "pew, pew, pew" sound effects.
Yay, motherhood.

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