Money has nothing to do with true love. At least that’s what I was raised to believe, that if you really loved someone it wouldn’t matter how much (or how little) money they had.
Nothing would matter but your love for one another.
You fell in love with the person, not the pocketbook. » Read more
As much as I strive to live in the moment, I’ve always been someone who rehearses things.
When I’m about to have an important conversation, I will often find myself imagining how it’s going to go. Sometimes this involves actually playing out the hypothetical talk. Acting out both sides clumsily like a person playing a board game against themselves. » Read more
As anyone who has read this blog for any length of time is aware, I am a lover of new words. And as a relationship writer, there’s no shortage of new words coming into the public conversation about love, sex, and dating.
Today I present to you situationship, a word that keeps popping up in articles that I’ve been reading. » Read more
I don’t know why they have to make love stories so huge. So colorful. So improbable.
Why they have to pipe in dramatic music. Force a tug of war. Turn one person into the conquest and the other into a conqueror.
I don’t want a lover who is going to burn me to the ground on the way to winning my heart. » Read more
I knew I was in trouble the first time we went to bed, and afterwards he sighed and said, “Well, I guess I have to go down on you now.”
“What?” I said, definitely not in the mood for sexy time anymore. “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate that kind of attention, but that’s a heck of a tone.” » Read more
After spending two months apart from my domestic partner, while he started a new job cross country and I prepped our house for sale, I worried that things would be weird when I got here.
At first, when the fears were large enough to paralyze me, I said nothing. I didn’t dare speak that worry aloud. » Read more
Ten years into my relationship with you, I’m still learning new things about you every day.
The optimist in me wants to say that this is a good sign. To say that this is how things should be.
Like a friend of mine used to say, we’re always growing and changing. » Read more
I get up at 2 am to get ready to leave the house for the last time. Caffeinate. Take a shower. Turn the hot water heater to away setting, throw away the shower curtains and the last threadbare bath towel.
I make sure every window is shut and locked. That every light is turned off. » Read more
I grew up in a pretty busy house, one of four children.
And while we were fortunate that our parents brought us home a Nintendo Entertainment System in the 80s (complete with a zapper light gun and a running pad for the track and field game), we were unfortunate in another way:
We had to share it. » Read more
It doesn’t matter whether she talks to him for ten seconds or two hours. My mother always says, “I love you,” before she says goodbye to my father any time they talk on the phone.
And she did it every morning before he left to drive to work. She said, “I love you,” » Read more