Sometimes I want to be weak and helpless and have someone else to blame for everything that's wrong in my life. But if that's true, where does it leave me? What can I learn or improve from that position of helplessness?
The Bachelor is an impossible situation for women who don't know themselves and who aren't confident. Sharing deeply traumatic events too early when meeting someone may heal you, but it won't solidify the ground on which a lasting partnership can be built.
The worst thing about getting cheated on is that the pain doesn't end when the infidelity does, or even when the relationship does. Once you've found out you were betrayed, kicked the loser out of your life and found yourself alone, you've got to face a whole new challenge.
"I don't send sexy pictures. I mean, that's like a virtual hickey," began *Stephanie, the most logical of my college friends. "Someone has marked their territory on you. They own your image." It was sound advice. I probably should have followed it.
If you are doing the online thing, forget the perpetual flirty ping-pong and just meet up. You'll never know unless you actually meet in person. Why prolong it? Rip off the Band-aid and swap the text time for face time (the real kind).
Some moments you may feel perfectly fine, but then something triggers a memory and you find yourself trying to fight back the tears. Or just when you think you're completely over it, you cross paths with them and all those thoughts and feelings of being with them come storming back again
I know you probably mean this question as a compliment. But if that's the case, just tell me I'm pretty or I'm kind or I'm... whatever. Just affirm me for what you see instead of interrogating me about why a man didn't see it, too.
Marriage, like dancing, can be very hard to do well and takes practice. It's terrifying when you are doing something you thought you knew how to do -- only to find you might actually know nothing at all.
I was seething. The layers of resentment that hover on a daily basis, waiting for a weak moment, leapt at me. Laundry, lunches, cat litter, pet food, coffee, bills, rehearsal schedules and permission slips.
Here are some examples of things your husband wants you to chill out about: what tone your child just used, what happened to the throw pillow, why do we have two opened boxes of the same kind of cereal, what tone the school secretary used, how many days it has been since your sister texted.
I don't want you to kiss me or hold my hand, or tell me that you love me. I don't want to date you or even have sex with you. I simply don't want you. I miss you, that's all. I miss how you used to make me feel.
In fact, I am learning that the less I worry about the way we divide up the heavy lifting of being married, the more I feel like it seems pretty fair. And it feels like we can give and sacrifice with less effort and to take with less guilt.
Say yes more. Yes to blind dates, yes to evenings out with friends, yes to the random invite to go ice skating in the park next Saturday, yes to showing your friend's brother around when he's in town next month on business. It's easier to meet people when you actually leave the house.