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When it comes to relationships, there have been all kinds of famous and not-so-famous sayings with regards to “how you know” if someone is right for you. Meet his family… If he’s good to his mother, then he’s the guy for you. Okay, so I’ve met TNG’s family. I definitely know he’s good to his
Now I’m really depressed. It’s not you, it’s me… really. And since I’m not breaking up with you, you can believe I’m telling the truth. I’m not a dreamer and I’m not an idiot. I am fully aware that meeting the family and surviving a garage sale together are moments as common and integral to
It’s been a few weeks since I moved in with TNG, and I hope I can say the worst is behind us. We’ve argued, I’ve cried, he’s hid, I’ve packed a bag (and then put it away), we’ve argued some more, I’ve cried some more… and now we finally seem to be getting into a
B-O-R-I-N-G. I’m happy for you… I really am. As close friend, writing partner and one of your biggest fans, true happiness is all I’ve ever wanted for you. Maybe you’ve (finally) found it. Maybe baking banana bread while folding laundry and debating the merits of shampooing the living room carpet is a hidden nirvana for
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.
Well, I guess it was only a matter of time before it happened. The ring is finally on my finger… the move-in date is set… even the holidays are planned… And I’m totally freaking out. I was fine. Everything was calm (as calm as my life can be). I’ve been working really long hours lately,
Of course you’ll make it. You’ve already made it. The only question remaining is what exactly is this “it” you’re trying to make? Don’t ask me. My life is more defined by my divorce than it ever was by my marriage. My marriage was a sham, mostly because I had no idea who I was and
In the midst of the controversy surrounding Arnold Schwarzenegger’s love child, and Rep. Anthony Weiner of New York’s ahem, wiener, it would appear that temptation is everywhere. One of my friends used to always say, “As soon as you’re taken they’ll come crawling out of the woodwork.” Well, she was right. Men are coming at
Temptation is like ice cream… All we have to do is think of the repercussions of indulging and it immediately becomes obvious that we’re better off without. However, just in case our discipline weakens, there’s a Baskin-Robbins or a Cold Stone Creamery or a Haagen Daz in every strip mall or on every main street
