I called it “Got MIL?” and in hindsight, posting it was not my most prudent move.
It was an essay that discussed, at some discomfiting length, my relationship with my mother-in-law. It was not an essay that was particularly flattering to my mother-in-law, because she was — is — not a particularly easy mother-in-law.
But — as I later told my brothers- and sister-in-law (who, yes, found the post; this is how this story ends) — I believed that it was my story to tell. It was about my experience with her, my responses to the things that she said to me, my discomfort in struggling to accommodate her while she visited, for the first time, her newborn grandson.
At the time, I was struggling with post-partum depression. I could barely cope. When faced with that weekend — with trying to recover from that weekend — I turned to my favored form of therapy: spilling my guts to the Internet.
The essay began like this: Read more … Keep reading »
The two most common questions I hear as a single girl are as follows:
1) “Are you dating anyone?” and
2) (After I answer “no”) “WHY not?”
I’ll admit, the question normally comes from family members, but I get asked from more non-blood relations than I care to admit. Read more … Keep reading »
We all know that the vibe of a restaurant can tip the scales between a breathtakingly romantic evening and an embarrassingly awkward first date. Similarly, and even more importantly, the atmosphere of your bedroom can make all the difference when it comes to your love life.
Once you become aware of this, a lot of what I’m about to tell you is simply common sense. For example: most would agree that nothing says “not sexy” like the presence of your mom or your little cousins so, naturally, get their pictures off your nightstand! Which brings me to tip number one … Read more … Keep reading »
I’m one of the lucky ones. I’m happily married to a man’s man, a gentleman, a scholar, a romantic. He can cook if he’s going to starve, manages the finances and the house, is the primary breadwinner, looks good in a pair of jeans, likes sports and beer, and takes good care of me. He’s one of a kind. If I were out in the dating world right now, I might just throw up my hands and give up. Read more … Keep reading »
Of the 11 guests who recently got wasted at my apartment, I’d guess that approximately zero could tell you my sister’s name.
I doubt any would know if my parents are still together or who the latest guy I dated was. Maybe half would know I grew up in Texas. A casual observer might find this lack of basic information surprising, given how comfortable we were with each other: One guy lay on his back giving a girl an airplane ride on his legs, while a different girl swigged straight from a wine bottle on my couch. Read more … Keep reading »
If my boyfriend has cheated on me once will he do it again, even if he truly regrets it and has moved in with me? Find out … Keep reading »