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.