If you MUST write a letter, do it for you, not them. They’re crazy. There are no magic words that fix crazy. There’s no speech, no explanation, no example, there is nothing that will make them see the light. They are who they are. You can either live with that, or walk away from it, but you can’t reason with it. Focus on the things you can change and don’t waste your time trying and hoping to change the things can’t change. So, if you MUST write a letter, do it for you, because it’s what you need, and don’t give a damn about how they take it.

Mother: You are so dramatic.

I'm hungry. "You are always so dramatic."

Can I have braces? "Quit being dramatic."

I fell down and my bone is coming out of my wrist. "My god you are dramatic. (school nurse insists on dr visit a few days later, surgery ensues,"

My tummy hurts. "Quit being so dramatic" Appendix bursts, next three weeks in hospital.

Father: "You're a fat pig and I'm embarrassed to be seen in public with you." I was 12 and maybe 5 lbs overweight after my afore mentioned broken arm slowed down my activity.

Please don’t have 50 LED lights from various electronics still glaring when you turn out the main lighting. My dad’s guest room is also his office. I can’t count how many times I’ve been up in the night hanging socks and underwear over these nasty little beacons.

Karma. I honestly believe that what you put out there eventually comes back to you.

The Dallas Museum of Art is right downtown and is free. You can walk across the street to Klyde Warren park and eat from the food trucks. There is often entertainment going on there. You might even ride the trolley and look around Dallas. Check Klyde Warren website to see when the trucks are out! If not there’s a really nice restaurant right in the park. Have fun!

I get annoyed when people comment ages for every one in their post even when it’s unnecessary to the story or question. Who gives a crap? I also think it’s unnecessary to state why you made an edit if it didn’t change the meaning of the post.

Oh wow. If this happened to me it would surely be when I’m running late for work. What is that red thing above your light switch?

Ranch dressing. I don’t know about everywhere else, but here in Texas people slather it on every thing, even pizza. To me it tastes like slightly soured milk that you swallowed and burped back up.

First year as condo owner and upstairs neighbor’s pipes froze and burst. We had to live in a hotel for six months during repairs. Second year hoa fees went up from $400 a month to $800.

If the seller is asking way too much money. I assume they’re going to be difficult to deal with and move on.

Thanks, turns out you’re 100% correct :)

Wilbur, Clarence, Jack

Actual heartfelt compliment from my brother: “Your face looks like it’s starting to clear up, a little.”

I moved out of state and left no forwarding information. Initially it was a big hassle, but so worth it in the long run.

When I was 12 I was alone on an elevator in a college library. It had some graffiti on the wall and on a whim I wrote in black marker, “For a good time call Sarah”, along with her number. Sarah was my same age cousin who lived with our grandma. Somehow I thought this would be hilarious. I forgot all about it until a week or two later when my family went to grandma’s house and the adult conversation was centered around my terrified grandma. Apparently her phone was ringing off the hook with obscene phone calls about 12 year old Sarah. She had to change her phone number and unlist it. Back then that meant she had to call every person she knew, local and long distance, to let them know her new number. To this day I can’t believe I did that. I was so ashamed I never breathed a word.

Your only duty is to your child and your partner. Period.

NTA. Funny how they expect you to respect their beliefs and actions yet they don’t respect your beliefs and boundaries. Respect should be a two way street.

My great grandmother was born in Arkansas in 1886. I used to “granny-sit” her on Saturday mornings while my grandma got her hair done and did her shopping. She loved to tell me stories about getting married and moving to Oklahoma in a covered wagon. How they built their own house that had a dirt floor but it was so packed down it didn’t feel like dirt. She swept it every day with a broom she made herself. They had an outhouse, a well, a giant garden, fruit trees, chickens, pigs, cows, and horses. They went to town in a wagon once a month for flour, sugar, and a few things they couldn’t make or grow. The flour came in calico cloth bags she used to make clothing and quilts. She had six sons and two daughters. The youngest son died in WW2 less than a month before it ended. For entertainment most of her sons played guitar and they all sang and smoked on the porch on nice evenings. They also had rodeos on their land a few times a year and neighbors from the whole county would show up. My grandma had a story about a couple of her brothers tying her onto a horse so they could win a bet and the horse ran around wild with her having slipped under its belly. Those were the same brothers who brewed moonshine. That’s just some of what she shared. I cherish those memories so much.

You are still the same person as you were yesterday only now you know what’s going on with your brain and can get the right help. It’s really early in your journey. For now just tell the people you hope will support you. Let your boyfriend make up his own mind. If you don’t tell him you may never feel right in the relationship. If he stays, you will know he loves you unconditionally. This is probably especially scary for you after the trauma you experienced with your brother. You are not him. Many people with bipolar live fulfilling lives. We mostly just hear when things aren’t going well. Take your meds, stay in therapy, find your support system. You can be better than before.

Damn that sucks

I think we should try to make flappy underarm skin a thing.

Depends on where it's located. Tacky if it's in a prominent location like above the fireplace or something. Not bad at all in a den or off to the side area.

I would put my tv on it.