I never thought I’d be experiencing the heartache and joys of raising three small children, alone, at 62.
I kept trying to laugh off and normalize sexual aggression by men. Eventually, it all caught up to me.
My mother’s second husband wasn’t supposed to die before she did. And neither was I.
We had compromised in our marriages, denied parts of ourselves, often felt lonely, but who didn’t? Weren’t we happy enough?
After cutting off all contact with my mother, I tried to let go. Now I’m trying to hold on.
Disability shouldn’t make someone undesirable or impractical as a romantic partner.
When my aunt died by suicide at 39, I blamed myself. Strange as it sounds, I needed David Schwimmer to help me heal.
Sometimes it’s easier to help others face marital conflict than to do it yourself.
My girlfriend thought I might be a narcissist. Maybe it was time to dial back the self-love?
David was passionate, courteous and (artificially) intelligent.