One of the bad choices in my two-year long foray into all things stupid included meeting my affair partner at my place of business after hours.
Maybe you're superhuman like Madonna, with 'absolutely no regrets,' or maybe you accumulate new ones every day. I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.

Oct 26, 2013 at 1:00pm | 224 comments

My mom and I have had one discussion about her drinking, a phone call my junior year of college that broke down when I started crying too hard to speak.
There would be some years when he would send a birthday or Christmas card, some years when he wouldn’t. Months, and then years, would go by without a phone call.
I used hypnosis to clear all the guilt and anger I felt about my childbirth experience, and it worked. Plus, I hugged myself and cried a lot.
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Hey, if I could forgive my stone cold sober mother for repeatedly calling me a faggot when I was an innocent, sensitive little boy -- you can cut my intoxicated boy Galliano some slack.