“How do I tell if an Aries man is lying? Are there any telltale signs? Do they lie? Are they good at it? I have a very strong suspicion that my Aries ex was cheating on me during our relationship and that he is currently with the woman he may have cheated on me with. I want to drag the truth out of him, but want to know what to look for!” – Scorpio With A Hunch Keep reading »
Caught fibbing? Here’s how to save your butt from complete and total humiliation. Keep reading »
According to CNN.com, 29% of people in relationships lie to their partners about their spending habits. Ha, we think 71% of people lie on surveys. Everyone splurges every now and again! And when you share a bank account, you have to sneak around with some of your personal expenses. Men like to spend money on gadgets and porn, while women wad out cash at salons and retail stores. But do you really want to fight about how you need your busted feet pedi-ed as much as he needs blonde bimbos to stream off the internets? No way! We say, in this economy, keep spending. And save the lies for important things….like when you want to pretend you made dinner and throw out the take out containers. [CNN] Keep reading »
When you’re single, there’s not much need for secrets. You live on your own, pay your own bills and make your own decisions because you don’t have to answer to anyone but yourself. If you want that pair of $250 jeans but have no money, who says you can’t charge them? It’s you and only you that will suffer the consequences, so who the heck cares? Marriage, in many ways, means the end of this autonomy. That $250 pair of jeans? Someone else will likely see that you spent that much on them or recognize their presence, if not the Neiman Marcus bag they came in. And, odds are, he or she won’t be too pleased.
Before I got married, I engaged in all sorts of behaviors that I knew were dumb, but I chose to do anyway because I was my own boss. I knew my habitual enjoyment of Marlboro Ultra Lights and shopping extravaganzas completely incongruous with my paychecks were idiotic (The aforementioned jeans story? That was me. Every week.), but I didn’t care enough to stop. Once R. and I got hitched however, I realized I had to. We were living together now – sharing everything, and I knew I couldn’t be self-centered Chelsea anymore. Keep reading »
When I was a teenager, I hid all of my vices from my mom and dad. My high school boyfriend snuck in and out of our house so they wouldn’t know I was having sex, I kept perfume and eye drops in a boot in the garage so I wouldn’t smell and look so stoned when I walked in, and once I even hid my jeans in the backyard when I came home so drunk I peed my pants while trying to open the front door. For the most part, mom and dad remained oblivious to my shady behavior. (Except, sadly, my mom found the pee pants in the backyard before I could wake up, and threw them in my face. And a nosy neighbor once squealed to her about strange boys jumping out the window. Also, sorry, mom. I do hope I don’t have a daughter like me.)
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