Midlife crisis. I’m screwing my face up involuntarily just writing the phrase. There are so many damn jokes about it. I’ve been dreading my own for decades now, for far longer than made sense to. Afraid catching myself behaving like the characters on a deck of “Congratulations, You’re Over the Hill!” novelty playing cards.
I suppose my gender has spared me the brunt of it. » Read more
“It’s been a rough time,” he says. “I’m adjusting the best I can, but…” He looks away.
I wait for him to finish.
“There’s a lot to adjust to,” he says. “She’s a different person with this much NRE. And I can’t help but notice how much faster they fell in love than we did. » Read more
PQ 9.14 — Am I treated as an adjunct to, or an extension of, my partner’s other relationships, rather than as a person in my own right?
“You said you were going to leave her tonight.”
“Oh, you know how it is, babe. I have a lot going on at work, » Read more