How the LW has stood this for years is beyond me (mental illness?) In any case, if the repulsive BF has no money, GET HIM TO A DENTAL SCHOOL where they will do the work for free or at a greatly reduced cost. Geez, they might even PAY him for a chance to study such a disgustingly advanced case of disease.

Gross. Yuck. I have to go floss now.

I've been in both camps re: children at weddings. At my wedding and reception (which were in the daytime), I specifically invited everyone and their kids. I figured, hey, my friends are considerate enough that if their child starts making a fuss, they'll take him outside. Also, my 5-year-old sister was my flower girl, so it was pretty hypocritical to say, "My sister is the only child allowed."

HOWEVER. When my sisterinlaw got married, I had a 6-week-old baby. I did NOT drag the baby to the ceremony; I stayed home. I did bring baby to the reception, and spent quite a lot of the time walking baby around outside.

So I'd split the difference: No babies at the ceremony, but they're okay at the reception, which will be big and noisy anyway. Sisterinlaw can stay home with baby during ceremony, and then come to reception after.

WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE! Your husband is screwing around on you and trying to make YOU feel like you're crazy. Kick him out and go to your doctor to get checked for STDs. If he's not screwing the drunk texter, he's screwing someone else.

Kick his sorry cheating ass to the curb and take some control of your life!

If it weren't for Lexapro and Trazodone for the past six years, I would be dead by suicide right now and my kids would not have a mom. Chemical depression runs in the female side of my family - my mother killed herself when she was 50, because there were no such things as the SSRIs that there are today. My sister and I are alive because of them.

My step-aunt is dead because of Zoloft. Her chemical system reacted by sending manic, suicidal impulses to her brain and she killed herself ten days after she started taking it. That reaction runs in that branch of her family - her 85-year-old mother was prescribed an SSRI (God knows WHY), and started having paranoid hallucinations that her beloved husband was trying to kill her. Remove the Zoloft, the hallucinations went away.

Everyone is right, and no one is going to win this argument.

Excellent article. Right now, I am worried about my 4-year-old bunny rabbit, who has been drinking like a fish for three weeks. I have an appointment to bring her in for some bloodwork in a week because I am worried about kidney disease. If the diagnosis is positive, there is no way I am paying hundreds of dollars for "life-prolonging" treatment. My responsibility as a pet owner is to keep her comfortable and make sure she is let go without pain and suffering. I can't imagine a vet trying to talk someone into treatment for an animal that is only going to prolong suffering.

when your cat tears open its own skin by scratching, has endured major surgery more than once, and has no favorable prognosis. Who's happy here, you or the cat?

I was responding to Sharon Sharpe, who details the painful procedures on "Baby Girl."

xanadu is very accurate about anxiety disorders and the relationship with insomnia. For four years, I had debilitating insomnia. I would go to sleep at ten, wake up at 2, and be awake until six. The effects of this were horrible. I would start crying in the grocery store because I couldn't remember what aisle the cat food was in. I stopped going to work because I couldn't concentrate on anything. My short-term memory was shot to hell and I lost 15 pounds because I didn't want to eat. I finally made an appointment with a psychiatrist because my OB/GYN was concerned that I was depressed. The first prescription the psychiatrist wrote was for trazodone, a drug that I consider miraculous. I could sleep!! Uninterrupted, for seven hours at a time! It turned out that I had stopped making seratonin for some reason, and the trazodone kickstarts it back into action. It's not a sleeping pill, but it saved my life.

I fail to see how it is ANY of your business how or whether your father votes or not. What does it have to do with you at all? If he wants to write in Charlie Brown or Ronald Reagan on his ballot, that's his choice, not yours. God help the poor man if you end up being in charge of how he spends his final years on this earth.

Fire Jolene.

I am pro-choice and this is unbelievably vile. For her next "art project", I hope she buys a gun and shoots herself in the head. I'll come videotape it.

"I can't fly anymore without putting one of those airline pillows in the small of my back -- why not have an inflatable lumbar cushion built into the seat? They used to have pump-up shoes, why not pump-up lumbar support?"

I have the great good fortune to be short (5' 2"), so I don't suffer nearly as much as anyone over 5'7" does. But good lord, after 20 minutes in those seats, my back feels like it's going to break in half. I use 2 airline pillows and roll up whatever coat or sweatshirt I have for the small of my back, and spend the entire flight readjusting them. Even the cheapest, crappiest new cars have adjustable lumbar support in the driver's seat - why can't they put it in airplanes?

Please. It's like listening to a three-year old. "I have to write TWO PAPERS A WEEK! My roommate doesn't like me. It's too cold!"

Go back to California. Enroll in Phoenix Online University while you work at the Gap. Just STOP WHINING.