“My husband and I got in a fight about whether or not leaving lint in the dryer was a fire hazard.”
You relish your independence but then grow to hate it on Sunday afternoons when all your friends are cuddled up on their couches and you’re home alone twiddling your thumbs, thinking “What ifs.”
“He’s still doing it. I saw it happening a few mornings back, and after he left, looked again to see more comments and posts. I was disappointed. This was not the man I married.”
We’ve all been there.
When you need someone to dance with at the next wedding, I hope it hurts when I’m not there.
Once I graduated college, I thought it was time to graduate from dating guys to dating men. You know, trade in dating guys wearing Underarmor and start dating men in shining armor.
Let’s be honest, you’re in one of those relationships right now and have been for months, maybe years(!), which is why you clicked on this in the first place. Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get one thing straight: You’re not leaving him/her anytime soon, and here’s why you have it figured out better than all of us other equally miserable single people.
When a group of girl friends get together there is bound to be a conversation or two about sex. Last weekend in particular there were many, and the topic of the elusive threesome came up for the first time since college.
Babies are cool but a dog’s love is forever.
“It looks gross. And you will get germs. Only do it on special occasions.”