When Romes In Ruins.

I read an AITA post a few weeks back about a woman who liked having snacks in the bath when she's had a long day (a result of residual trauma iirc - the bath was her safe space). Her brand new husband of three weeks, a man twice her age who had no job, made her pay all of his bills and do all housework, and spent all day every day gaming because he wanted to make it as a Twitch streamer, had always been fine with this; but, on the day in question, had whisked her bath snacks out of her hands as she was on her way to the bathroom and tried to bin them, telling her it was time to 'break her of that filthy habit in his home'. She told him if he ever actually paid anything towards the house she owns outright he might get a say, took her snacks back, and had her lovely bath. He was since giving her the silent treatment.

some asshole: tries to control his wife by withholding bath snacks

the bear catching your salmon

when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)

I help my younger sibling vend at Pride and we sell buttons. There’s a pair that are “I ❤ 🐓” and “I ❤️ 🐈”. One day, a middle aged woman comes up to our booth and gets very excited about the “I ❤️ 🐓” pin, which we gladly sell to her. 15 minutes later, she returns, shamefaced and says, “oh my god, I the world’s dumbest lesbian, I just- I have nine chickens.”