
Dear Therapist: I’m Shattered by My Husband’s Sexts
They’re many years old, but they’ve totally upended my world.
They’re many years old, but they’ve totally upended my world.
“I get a glimmer as to what she’s feeling right then, and it also gives me a way to share how I’m feeling with her.”
There’s a reason people say “It’s so good to see your face!” and not “It’s so good to see your elbows!”
They are judging me for not being a good mom, for not having a job, and for not losing my pregnancy weight fast enough.
In presidential elections, the happiness losers lose more than the winners win.
Like some stressful quadrennial birthday, elections prompt us to think about where we’ve been and where we’re headed, both personally and as a country.
I’m getting married, and I want her to be a part of my life.
Both versions of Reg are real—the one tolerant enough to see that we are worthy of raising his great-nephew, and the one who seriously thinks people who hold our views are “unhinged.”
“It is unlikely to think that someone who was trained by Strom Thurmond would end up being like brothers with me, my father being a civil-rights activist.”
The odds of altering the outcome of the election: close to zero. The odds of altering your relationship with your family: much higher.
I am incredibly worried that he’s not on the same page as me about moving our relationship forward.
Adolescents spend ever greater portions of their days online and are especially vulnerable to discrimination. That’s a worrying combination.
There’s likely little Joe Biden can do to stop his opponent’s interjections during tonight’s debate, but that doesn’t mean he can’t still respond to them strategically.
As society gets richer, people chase the wrong things.
“Our boyfriends, our significant others, and our husbands are supposed to be No. 1. Our worlds are backward.”
She told me she would never want a child like my daughter.
When I was young, the Superdome was full of joyful chaos. Then Katrina hit, and filled it with despair. Now the stands at Saints games are hauntingly empty.
Where the desperation of late-stage meritocracy is so strong, you can smell it
“I don’t know how I’m going to get through the day. I’m not in the place that I need to be, to be positive for the kids. Give me a boost; I need a laugh.”
Throughout the pandemic, Americans have been tempted to violate public-health experts’ recommendations. The winter holidays might be the strongest temptation yet.