Then again, I’m thinking, judging by the mom’s comments, that she was being tongue and cheek…though if I were her, I’d still take issue with people calling my child names. Maybe this is all satirical, anyway, and I’m just gullable.:)

Anyway, this site is hilarious (even if this thread got a little nasty).

So my advise is to the mother: if you realize that a reaction you have to your daughter is caused by menopausal hormones, maybe you should….oh, I don’t know…STOP HAVING THAT REACTION. Menopause is an explanation for your anger, not a justification. Take a deep breath and realize that you are in control of your actions, not your hormones. If you were a little frustrated, I understand. Honestly, your daughter should probably have mentioned that she had it, if only to save you from looking. But asking the Mouthy Housewives for advice on the matter (and subsequently opening your daughter up for harsh criticism and ridicule) was not the way to handle it. Especially since you apparently told her about the site…presumably to rub her face in the support you received.

As far as all the other people here being so inflammatory towards the daughter, shame on you. She is obviously acting defensive, and for good reason. You have obliterated this woman without knowing a thing about her. Your presumptions are harsh and surprisingly vitriolic.

And now daughter is feeling resentful while mom is feeling smug and justified. Wow. Let’s all pat ourselves on the back for making this situation SO much better for the two of them.

All Jacked Up With Horses- Check your spelling of sacrifices, nice try Spelling Bee Champion

Gotchur-Back- Sista-You must have a mother just like mine, thanks again for the support. These dillusional nags are relentless.

Tony Montana-You will NEVER be the legend that Scarface is, get a life!

Cadillac Crasher- I did have some Starbucks! Thank you. Lord knows I won’t be having coffee with my mother, any time soon.

Jordan- I think the site is called “Mouthy Housewives” not “Vulger Hoosiers, I Can’t Eloquently Say What I Mean Like A REAL Woman” site. Your chip on your shoulder screams for help. I have one word to you in closing-PROZAC!

Mother- Doggy Day Care, Call the Pool Guy-I’m not one, Cut your own grass, Have the neighbor get the trash cans from the street, Get some Prozac from Jordan, Tell Dad I’m sorry(he will know what I’m talking about), take your horomone shot, enjoy your nappy Folger’s coffee, and the coffee I used-It was gross, you can keep it.

In closing, I will miss you all, not really, and I hope that my mother’s dog drags his but across the carpet of his air conditioned room with the memory foam bed. Oh, and I’m not the housekeeper anymore. You’ll have to hire one to clean up the crap stripes on the carpet. Love you, and see you at Christmas-MAYBE!