Do not talk this over with your boyfriend. Do not give him any more opportunities to make excuses and empty promises. Simply leave. Leave him as soon as you can. Leave him tonight if you're able. Pack your bags while he's at work or at the bar getting plowed and stay with a close friend or family member until you can get a place of your own. If you lack resources, contact a battered women's shelter in your area that can provide a safe place, counseling, and assistance in getting set up in your own home. You don't have to do this alone. There is help available.
I'm not what one might call an international news junkie, but some headlines just catch your eye... KATE MIDDLETON QUITS HER JOB. My first reaction: Oh no! Was something wrong? Was someone being cruel to her? Has she actually always wanted to be a writer and decided now was as good a time as any to finally pursue her dream (please that, please that)? "Kate Middleton has quit her job in order to prepare for her wedding to Prince William, says the London Evening Standard." Oh. Well then.
Love Bytes: 12 must-click love and relationship links. Coupons on dates, Spring trends men are going to hate, and how skinny is too skinny for men on the hunt. 10 sexual practices we've never heard of, 9 things you're doing wrong on a first date, and 5 ways to fix these mistakes. These links, along with a story about a proposal left on the wrong voicemail, and how social media is turning us into sluts.
We first met in acting class. He, a strong and sculpted health nut. Me, a then chubbier drinker. On our first date as I sucked down a pint of Hoegaarden I asked him if he also wanted a beer, he explained that he wasn't into empty calories. The first time I slept over his place in the morning he made me a gorgeous egg white omelet with sprouted wheat bread, noting how every day should begin with a rich source of protein. After a few weeks of living together he asked, "so is the only exercise you do just walking?" Yup, my boyfriend is a personal trainer.
People might associate college life with pizza and promiscuity, but according to a paper published in the Journal of Personality, students would rather receive an ego boost (from compliments and good grades) than have sex. Incidentally, ego boosts also trump favorite foods, which actually makes sense considering how closely hunger and sexual compulsions are compared.
It's easy to act snobby about social media. Facebook? What a waste of time. Twitter? Narcissist central. Unless you're an avid diaryist, though, there's no denying that your Facebook profile contains the densest amount of information about your daily life. Information doesn't have to mean pointless niceties, like what you ate for breakfast. If you're in a relationship, it can mean the first flirty wall post your significant other ever sent you. It can mean a slew of congratulations you received after making your engagement Facebook official. Depending on how personal you get, your blog posts and tweets about someone may contain an immediacy lost in a relationship with twenty years under its belt. Granted, you probably won't want to scroll through two decades of Facebook statuses in the year 2030. If only there were a service that would bundle your social media profiles as sentimental, prettily-packaged keepsakes, right?
Facebook is really great for reconnecting with old friends and finding out what your buddies are up to. What it is also great for: shattering every illusion you ever had about your first love—just like it did for me this weekend.
If you had to choose between your pet and your significant other, who would you pick? Most people would pick their partner and a few would say it depends on how long they'd been dating that person versus how long they'd had the pet. Meanwhile, 14 percent of people polled by AP-Petside.com admitted that they'd break up with a human before they parted with a pet.
Poll: What's The State Of Your Union?: A. My union gets an "A" for effort and execution. B. My union is pretty good. C. My union is just so-so. D. There's very little cooperation happening between the aisles of my union. F. My union could use a major bailout.
Episode Four of The Bachelor starts with a bang. Literally. Michelle, this season's Vienna, mysteriously awakes with a black eye. She's punched herself in the face while sleeping, but really wants to blame one of the girls in the house. She says the self-injury must be from all the girl-induced stress and declares that she'll give Brad a matching bruiser if he doesn't pick her for a one-on-one date.