As a bisexual woman, I spend a lot of time considering the positive and negative qualities of both men and women. Each group has their pros and cons, but there are definitely some days when guys become such a hassle that I think, "Screw it, it's girls only for me from now on." All of us bisexual ladies have those days. And I won't lie; there are times when a date with a guy is going so poorly that we just want to pull one of these:
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I often scoff at the people in my Facebook feed who post photos of their "date night" with either their boyfriend or husband. I don’t just scoff, but roll my eyes, make some snarky comment under my breath that they’ll never hear, and find myself grateful that the term "date night," isn’t part of my vocabulary. I'm a Grinch like that. But I'm also a Grinch who, for all the date nights I'm skipping with my husband, just might be even better for them. Maybe.
Look, we all have to make money. Some of us have to cook and/or serve stuff that we pretend is food, some of us have to sit in an office and do stuff with numbers that nobody really understands. I get paid to write, and many times people ask me to write relationship stuff. Sometimes I even get paid to make fun of my girlfriend. (Thankfully, my girlfriend gets paid to do the same thing, and she's probably going to edit this since she's a better speller than I am.)
What was it about this woman's pregnancy that led her to overdose on prescription medications at 7 months in hopes of ending her life and the life of her unborn baby?
My husband and I have been together for 12 years. It's sometimes hard to believe that if our relationship were a person, it would be in the 7th grade, donning shiny braces and saying asinine things like "cray cray" and "totes." Like all relationships, we've had our ups and downs. We've had arguments that ended with slamming doors and Michelin tires screeching down the driveway. We've declared our love and apologies over the phone once our tempers and transmissions cooled down.