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I want to go home. But… I am home. I moved in with The New Guy last week – and I’ve literally cried every single day since. If someone had told me that with each passing year I spent alone, living with someone would be that much more difficult, I probably wouldn’t have listened, but
I know a couple from high school that stayed together for 19 years before they got married… the marriage lasted eleven months. Two of my oldest and closest friends have been a legitimately happy, married couple for almost 25 years… They knew each other a grand total of nine weeks before they tied the knot.
Looking back to exactly one year ago this week, life was sure different. This time last year, I was moving into a brand new apartment, I was deep into my serial dating experiment (“If You Build It, He Will Come”) and I was living my dream career, writing to my heart’s content. I was moving
For starters, you don’t get to stop calling him “The New Guy,” just yet. You get to stop calling him that when A) It’s been longer than a Britney Spears marriage, B) you finally tell our readers his real name and C) you are absolutely, positively, one hundred percent, beyond a shadow of a doubt
In the words of the flight crew of Apollo 13, “Houston, we have a problem.” The New Guy and I had a fight. Okay, maybe disagreement is a better word, because no punches were thrown, but I think for a few moments he probably wanted to punch me… And I’m pretty sure the fight was
Boy, when you start thinking about all of the places they can veer off track, it’s surprising that any relationship succeeds. Let’s go back – way back. Do you remember my idea of what makes up the right kind of woman? I may be in the minority, but if you ask me the very best
When I was growing up, Sunday nights were hands down the worst night of the week. For me, that day of the week meant one of two things: either I had been at my dad’s house for the weekend and then had to go home to my asshole stepfather and to school the next day,
I sleep lousy on Sunday nights, too. I also sleep lousy Monday thru Saturday night, but somehow I don’t think I’m the only one. I have plenty of valid reasons… my responsibilities, your gender, my bank account (or lack thereof) to name a few… but nine times out of ten, the bottom line of your
It’s month five and the walls are coming down. The relationship walls, that is. Now that The New Guy and I seem to be firmly planted in a full-blown relationship, I’m quickly noticing that along with all the great new comforts are all the little “that will never be me” things happening. Like makeup. Over
That will never be me, the dude version? Where do I sign up? OK, I’ve already changed my mind… Whatever “that will never be me moment” I was willing to share when my fingers first hit the keyboard, I am now completely unwilling to share. The truth is, there are way too many “that will never
