Most people's V-Days don't look like the ones you see on TV -- or in your social media news feeds. And you might even be feeling a little bummed if your significant other didn't pull out all the stops. That's totally OK, but ere's how to deal with those lingering emotions.
On a recent evening, Hubs and I were sitting out on the deck, sharing a fabulous bottle of Cabernet and quietly enjoying the warm sunset together. Hubs looked over at me and said, "I'm so lucky to be married to you. But sometimes I think you're too classy for me."
My husband and I met in college, which meant nobody cared that he was Indian and I was not. Most of my college friends drifted in and out of inter-racial relationships, but race rarely came up. It was the blissful insularity that only a liberal arts campus in the middle of nowhere can provide.
When you've been down the aisle and really bombed, it's hard to believe you'll ever have a happy marriage. When you've put on the tux, chosen the rings, picked out the invites, the flowers, the music, written the vows, made up the guest list, said, "I do," then wound up in the marital shitter.
photo by Meme Binge Nestled peacefully under my blankets, I heard my bedroom door swoosh open with a sense of urgency. A second later, inches from m...
My sleep stories have definitely been a source of comedy in our relationship, but we recently wondered if there may actually be something wrong with me, and my brain. While Isaac would argue that yes, there is definitely something wrong with me (sleep disorder or not), a visit to a neurologist and a gold star on my sleep study proved otherwise.
Joel was my husband and the love of my life. He died 15 months ago, and what seemed so surreal for the first year is now simply real, although still impossibly hard to comprehend.
Occasionally a man will fall for a girl who is outside of his wheelhouse. Wouldn't it be great if you could be that woman who could attract ANY GUY (within reason of course)?
How can you know if your husband is really happily married?
I do not regret the divorce. But I do want to ensure I do not make the same mistakes again. I'll make other mistakes, but not these.
I have watched many decide to divorce. To admit they have failed in maintaining love for someone they vowed to love. Forever. It feels awful. I know. I have done it myself.
In the not-so-distant future (despite your protests), your attentions will turn toward finding your life partners. Since it's Valentine's Day -- and the focus is romantic love -- I want you to be very clear on what romantic love is not:
Strengthening the shared commitment and practicing mutual generosity, compassion, honesty, kindness, and respect are all ways of maximizing the likelihood of not only staying together, but of experiencing greater fulfillment over time.
If the Love Addict and the Commitment Phobe are equally dedicated to resolving their own personal issues of abandonment and intimacy and want to support each other on the journey toward recovery, then there is hope for them in the relationship. But this dynamic duo can't help but demonstrate some telltale signs.
I vowed that when I got married I would never look at my husband as someone who needed training, but rather as someone who needed my love. Whether we like to admit it or not, we all enter marriage as a flawed single about to merge our life path with another flawed single.
What does it really means to form a partnership and marriage with someone? To meet someone and eventually make the decision to share a life together. To be brave enough to embark on a journey that is ridiculously fraught with imperfections. To give over a piece of your heart and in turn accept another person's heart -- by choice.