My in-laws are wonderful people. They are kind, supportive and they love their son too much. Sounds about normal, right?
Last weekend, they graced us with the presence for five entire days. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy their visits. I look forward to them and feel lucky that I have the in-laws that I do. But, there is always that ever-looming feeling of wanting to be a “host” and impress them instantly on arrival.
It. is. exhausting.
My husband and I also have a six-month-old puppy. …
The entire dinner I could feel the tension underneath the table. My knees and his were pressed against one another. My sex was pulsing, yearning for my friend next to me. The worst part was, my husband was sat across the table. Clueless.
I wanted to fuck my best friend.
We had only been close for a year, but what a year it had been. A year of pushing boundaries, but never actually touching. Right now, underneath the table — this was the most physical we had ever been and I wasn’t sure if I could take it.
As previously stated, I’m thinking about leaving my husband. It isn’t something that I think about every day, but most days it crosses my mind at least once.
I wonder during these times, are all marriages roller coasters? Or am I the only one that seems to be on this ride? Am I essentially a sucker that keeps paying the carny to keep me going round and round?
Of all of the people that are in relationships — open, closed, bound by law — how often are we meant to feel this way? …
When I was 19, I lived with my three best friends.
We were all attending university together and living up the hill from the school in an old but loved home.
Most of the time, this was great. We got along, we laughed we spent every waking moment that we could together.
However, the different challenges of our personalities brought on a couple of events that have ruined me from roommates for the remainder of my life.
One night, my roommates decided that they would throw a rather large party. …
I am quite a passive person. Growing up, it almost felt like I took the friends that I was given or rather, that I fell into.
I think youth is often like this, especially if you are from a smaller town. There aren’t a lot of options for people our age and we don’t even realize it. So, we make friends with the people we can, and then societal norms pressure us to “keep these friends forever!”
Now, this isn’t a story about how much better of a friend I am, or that I grew and am just this entirely…
I haven’t had that many partners in my life, let's call it less than 20 but more than 5. I am also married. I wish I could turn back time and experiment, even a little bit more. Especially seen as my sex life is at an all-time low.
There were a couple of moments in my past that stand out as bedroom booms and blunders. They made me laugh, cry, smile, orgasm, and I definitely dined out on all of them.
One night when I was hooking with my now-husband, we were going at it pretty intensely. You know those…
My husband isn’t giving me sex.
I get it, life has dry spells, marriage has dry spells and we are all going to wave through them at some point or another.
But, I’m over this. Save my ship. Save my soul, SEND OVER SEX, SOS!
It has been about two months. This isn’t long, I realize this. Please don’t roll your eyes just yet, bare with me.
We have been together for about seven years and married for two. …
I have been married for just about two years. We have been together for at least eight. It has been a rollercoaster, to say the least.
There are days that are amazing and days that I now, find myself looking up ad’s on craigslist to see if there are any apartments available nearby.
“This can’t be normal”, I think to myself — as I adjust the filters to see what I am searching for.
I have googled countless times, “how to know if you should leave your husband,” and no one can give me a straight answer.