I had an amazing experience last week that I want to share. Sorry for the Twitter teases about the relationship workshop that David and I attended. I had to process everything and put it into practice before sharing.
Of course, we all know that while men and women are both capable of cheating, it's often the guys who have the biggest problem keeping their belts firmly buckled. And we all know that no matter who it's with, why it's done, or where the after-hours canoodling takes place, cheating is - most of the time - the ultimate relationship death sentence. But instead of dwelling on what happens after the cheating takes place, one of the ways to perhaps prevent infidelity is by knowing a little bit about why men stray.
Freedom was on tap to everyone in the world on July 4th weekend. Except apparently the fiancée of Prince Albert of Monaco.
I've always worried a lot, panicked in some instances, about whether I'm doing things right. In a way that might bring approval. In a way that avoids descriptions like lazy, unfocused, undisciplined, stupid, mean. This is cowardly, I am sure. I don't want to see those scathing words attached to my name, so I toil against them.
When I was ten, my best friend’s mom was the smartest woman I knew. She was a 4’9” spitfire from New York City who wore a great deal of black along with a sophisticated perfume never before sniffed in my staid DC hometown. As a young woman, she’d been one of the early Peace Corps volunteers in Africa, and then written a best-selling memoir about the experience.
Well, I guess it was bound to happen. There I was, reading an e-mail from a friend about how he and his wife, a few days before, had been sitting curled up on the sofa watching “Knocked Up,” when they suddenly realized it was their wedding anniversary.
How did I get so lucky? Heather wonders as she looks around the kitchen. Unwashed dishes clutter the sink. Three naked Barbies, a skateboard and a pile of Pokémon cards are in the family room. It smells like Ava’s Diaper Genie needs to be replaced. The neighbor’s dog is barking. Her broken iphone is next to her trash filled purse.
Ever take a minute break, perhaps at your desk or while folding laundry or driving your kids to and from school and wonder what attracted you to your partner? Can you remember what you used to do before you had kids? What do you miss about those days?
I don’t know about you, but if there is one more headline about a celebrity, politician or athlete and their infidelity I’m going to sto
Spitzer, Edwards, McGreevy, Berlusconi and in the latest string of sexual betrayal, Schwarzenegger. Lies and deceit take on many forms and are often the tour de force in destroying relationships, and not only the “till death do us part” relationships.
