I got called “old” for being 30… I still feel like I’m in high-school.

I lift my legs and do a blanket fold so the foot fetish monster can’t mess with my feet.

Same, I applied of for food stamps and medicaid after my kid was born. My kid got medicaid, we did not. I got 50$ a month, that’s like half a single grocery trip. I called saying “this must not be right” The lady belittle me saying “do you know how food stamps works?!”

I was telling my ex we need to get out for years, and with a kid I don’t think she’ll budge. The temptation to grab my kid and go is growing, but her job as spa receptionists and “opertunity to grow” is more important.

I’m on the night shift