After weeks sharing a bed, Carrie feels comfortable actually sleeping with M. Big, yet mortified when she farts in bed, but really worried when he stops to want sex every night. It really hits her when he prefers to watch a boxing match to kissing, so she paints her apartment. Miranda ...
This is my husband, and guess what, he hates watermelon. Uhm, David hates watermelon, he thinks. I know, but I want to try it, and you said it was the best one you’ve ever had. I didn’t say that. So we start here by debating what I said. If someone says you said ...
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He avoids the break room all day, but after his boss criticizes him about a recent project, he finds himself in the break room frantically eating cake. Feeling ashamed and a complete failure, he decides he’ll never be healthy or fit and adds another piece of cake to his plate. Because...
but I would still come home and find that my mom wasn't speaking to me. Eventually, though, she did finally get used to me leaving the house, having a job, hanging out with friends and having a boyfriend. It wasn't in any way easy for her to accept it, but I tried to make it...
Also,MY ADULT CHILDREN CUT ME OUT OF THEIR LIFE. Let’s Have a Conversation: Do you still find it hard to let go of your adult children? Or, do you still worry about them and take care of them more than you think you should? Please join the conversation below....
When you ask him for details, he’ll either come up with something needlessly elaborate and detailed, or he’ll get flustered and pretend he’s too stressed to really talk about it. But yourgut knows the likelier truth: he might be out with another woman, and he’s using the story of...
working at the local movie theater selling popcorn. He may even be your bag boy at the neighborhood supermarket that’s always held a crush on you. (You know the kid that’s always drooling on your items). Then he falls all over himself as he offers to take your things to the car...
You’re in my way. I’m trying to do important things, Like write poetry. Really important, seriously artistic Poetry of the soul. But instead, I’m writing about trying To write, With a puppy nestled at my hip, His head resting on my thigh. And as you snore ...
But my parents told me he died. And now I just found out he might be alive." —Bonnie Winterbottom to Ronald Miller regarding her childhood.[src]When Bonnie was young, she and her sister, Julie Winterbottom were often abused, sexually and otherwise by her father and other men who her ...