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  As another answer has pointed out, The Big Lebowski is about the American Dream, ‎ and the contrast of The Dude and his namesake who the film is named after: Jeffrey “The Big Lebowski” Lebowski. However, I want to expand upon this. ‎ ‎ ‎After seeing the film again recently, I realized that the Stranger’s (played by Sam Elliot) narration at the beginning of the film is key to understanding what the film is actually about – Authenticity of character. ‎ ‎The Stranger begins the film by narrating something akin to describing the Dude as someone who doesn’t chase ambition or wealth, but instead lives a simple, laid-back life—bowling, drinking White Russians, and taking things as they come. The tone frames the Dude almost like a mythic Western hero, but humorously contrasts that with his bathrobe-wearing, unemployed reality. ‎ ‎“Sometimes there’s a man… well, he’s the man for his time and place” sticks out as important, as the dude is not an impressive man in a traditional se...

 I'm six months pregnant with our third child, and today my husband locked me out of our house in the snow. It was 5°F outside, with heavy snow.  I asked my husband, Will, to go to the store for milk for the kids, and he replied: "LET THEM DRINK WATER. I'm not going anywhere in this cold. We've SPOILED THEM way too much." I was furious. Our three-year-old twins won't eat anything in the morning unless they have a glass of warm milk first. So I got dressed and went to the store by myself. Then I tried to make peace and texted Will: "Heading home now. Please unlock the door, my hands are full." He didn't respond. I sent another text as I walked up the driveway. I saw the lights on inside, but I didn't understand why my husband wasn't answering. I walked up the steps, the grocery bags digging into my fingers, already feeling annoyed. But when I pushed on the door... It was LOCKED?! I knocked with my elbow. "Hey, open the door, please....

 So far, this was the only DNA evidence recovered at the scene,  but officials "saw the importance" of it for further investigation. DETAILS.⬇️

 My husband, Eric, told me he was leaving for a "last-minute work trip" to Miami. My stomach immediately twisted.  He's a project manager at an architectural firm. Miami wasn't even one of their offices. Still, he gave me the whole performance: sighing about "deadlines," acting stressed. My gut feeling told me he was hiding something. So, he left Thursday morning in a crisp new polo and his best cologne. "Don't wait up for calls," he said. "It's going to be nonstop meetings." That night, while putting our daughter to bed, I opened Instagram — there it was. A woman I'd never met tagged in a hotel story: two wine glasses and a man's hand on her leg. The BRACELET looked awfully familiar. Eric's birthday gift from ME. It didn’t take long to connect the dots — she worked at Eric's firm. Clara.  Her feed was like a romantic commercial for my own humiliation: Dinner by the water. Jet skis. Hotel robes with E&C written...

 After we got married and I moved in, my husband asked me never to open one room in his house   but when I heard a strange noise coming from inside, I did, and I was left speechless. I'm 35, and my husband, Charlie, is 37 — the kind of man people describe as solid. Calm. Kind. The opposite of drama. We met in the most ordinary way: a mutual friend's dinner, a long conversation that stretched past dessert, and a first date that turned into three. He had a good job, his own house, clear plans for the future. He wanted kids. So did I. We were adults who knew what we wanted, and somehow that made falling in love feel easy. I'd been to his house plenty of times while we were dating. Cooked there. Slept over. But after the wedding, I moved in for real — boxes, clothes, books — like people did before. That first week, Charlie sat me down and told me about one room. It was always locked. The key stayed with him. He explained gently that it held his late wife's things. She'd...

 My husband controlled every dollar I spent and demanded that I save  I nearly fainted when I found out WHERE the money was really going. I'm the mother of two young children — my son is three years old, and my daughter just turned one. During my second pregnancy, my husband, Michael, and I agreed that I would leave my job to take care of the children. His income had always been enough to support our family and cover everything we needed. But over the past few months, Michael changed a lot. It started with small things. Michael refused to buy our son a new toy car for his birthday, even though his old one had broken. Then he wouldn't let me order a winter jacket for our daughter, even though her old one was clearly too small. Soon, he started controlling all expenses. He stopped giving me a single dollar! He began going grocery shopping with me and monitoring everything I put in the cart. One time, when I picked up a yogurt our son loved, he snapped: "He doesn't need t...