‘My husband is on the floor, eyes closed, moaning, ‘Syyydd. I can’t see.’ Is this a joke. He has a flu symptom that doesn’t even exist. Actually I can’t. I should leave. Where is this dude’s mom.’
Florida mom Meg George writes about how she discovered her daughter's life-threatening cashew allergy in the exact moment of her first reaction, which was severe and critical.
He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
"We are bombarded with conflicting lies about sex. Don’t have sex; it’s bad! Have sex with whoever you want, whenever you want; it’s great! Living as if lies were truth hurt me, my marriage, and those I love. But once I began to embrace truth, I began to heal and reverse the effects of living the lies."
"I lie awake every night and I wonder if I was actually a good wife. I wonder – if I had a crystal ball and I knew that he was going to die so young, would I have doubled down in some key marital areas?"
Without further ado, here are a few thoughts and observations on why you (or that perpetually lonesome friend of yours) may still be single, and a few refutations of common excuses we make for it.
"When we ended up having a 14-month engagement, there came a point in the middle of those months we both wondered if waiting until our wedding night it was even worth it..."
