Top 7 Subject Healthy Monday Relationship Articles on Marriage, Difficult Daughters , Friends, Divorce, and Dating
Do you love or hate Mother’s Day?
If you are a mother who regularly struggles to get along with your adult daughter, the holidays can be a time of dread.
It’s no secret that midlife or “gray” divorce is skyrocketing. And, according to the AARP, 66 percent of these divorces — which have doubled since 1990 — are initiated by women. But the numbers, without any narrative, are just numbers. They don’t tell us why so many women, seemingly in droves, are making this heartbreakingly difficult decision. My interest piqued, I designed and distributed a survey to find out more. Hundreds of women took the survey and told their stories. And I am very grateful they did.
There are friend breakups, and then there are friend blowups. You know the kind: a falling out with a friend that turns into a spectacular flameout of epic proportions, complete with bad-mouthing and betrayal. A friendship can blow up over something as simple as a little misunderstanding, to some deep-seeded jealousy and resentment. As a result, a civilized parting of the ways quickly escalates into something so vicious and unrecognizable, it takes your breath away, not to mention a part of your soul.
Animals in zoos need keepers. I don’t. But after hearing about my online dating fiascos a friend said, “Don’t give up. I hope you’ll find a keeper.” The dictionary defines “keeper” as “an attendant, or guard. One that has the charge or care of something.” Why would I want that?
The man I love has put on a little weight.
I shouldn’t be shocked. Keeping the pounds off is one of the challenges of middle age. It’s a challenge that many of us don’t meet. Next time you’re hanging with a crowd of your peers, look around. Plump is the new normal.
Introducing my 61 year-old lover as my ‘boyfriend’ seems ridiculous – there must be a better word…
I’m over 50, well, nearly 60, and madly in love.
So I’m sure you can understand why I don’t want to call my man, “my boyfriend.” At 61, he’s hardly a boy and we are much more than friends.
Or….Me, Matt, the Cat and the Watermelon
One hot summer afternoon I came home to find my son’s friend, Matt, sitting on our front porch. I invited him in so he didn’t melt in the heat. Justin would be home shortly. I offered him a glass of iced tea. Like a good hostess, I added fresh lemon and a sprig of something green to impress him.