When I was in my late twenties, my period basically went through its own version of puberty and acted out, going all crazy in every possible way. I recall a period that lasted for literally an entire month (just a little every day, hello again, and again!); a period that disappeared for months; an unrecognizably heavy period; a period that showed up for a day, then came back a week later; a period that spoke Catalan; and all manner of in-between-riods.
Small Tongues, Large Other Things, and How to Go to a Bar by Yourself
His inability to find a job in the last few years makes marriage impossible, but it also makes breaking up difficult. For one thing, he’d have to find a new place to live. He currently pays half of my mortgage, which is much cheaper than the rent on any decent apartment he’d be able to find. Plus, he’s always (sort of?) joking that I’m the only thing that makes him happy. Throwing him out would devastate him, emotionally and financially.
Moms, friends, guys: How far away should we keep them from ourselves?
Also, how do I make a breakup work and how bad should I feel about being the cheat-ee?
It seems lately I’ve had a rash of friends getting divorced or separated or broken up with after years and years in a relationship. Other than making mix tapes and talking and holding hands and taking sad phone calls, what is the best way to comfort a broken-hearted friend?
She knows I hate him, having said many mean things about him the last three times they broke up. I can’t be around him, I definitely can’t be around them together, and as of late I am so frustrated it is hard to be around her. What do I do, how do I get over this and get my best friend back?