well about 6 months ago my husband got arrested and i just had our son 3 months ago..hes missed the birth..now hes going to be in prison for 23 years..i dont know what to do..we have 2 children together , been married for 2 years and now hes gone..and im here taking care of our children all by myself. this is a lot to take in even though its been a min...i feel like just letting go.moveing on with my life..or should i sit around thinking about the stuff we been though together.
Pillow Princess - A phrase from the lesbian community that means pretty much what it sounds like. It's an insult, but I've always thought it sounded fun. Doesn't every woman deserve a chance to be a pillow princess every now and then?
A background and starting over....!!
Shadows of the past fade in the light of the future...
It must be my culture that’s more Latin-European (and then cosmopolitan due to travelling and working in a multicultural environment) than North-American – Anglo-Saxon but, really, for me the modern concept of “dating” sucks. To be honest I’m not even sure to fully understand it, I mean where’s the line between “dating someone” and “having a relationship”? At what specific moment does a date become a gf/bf (apparently people have sex with their date but don’t consider themselves yet in a relationship)? So I looked up dictionaries for a better grasp of the concept, but traditional dictionaries don’t really give a great insight. Wikipedia, though has a full article about Dating and here’s how it is defined there:
WHAT IS UP WITH THIS RELATIONSHIP !
The wake of any broken relationship brings with it inevitable pain, which requires time to heal. While it is perfectly normal to feel depressed on facing rejection and having to adjust to life without someone you deeply loved, it is also necessary to actively try and get out of the slump. Life might have changed, but life still goes on. Here’s some valuable relationship break up advice for you to follow.
Not all guys are anxious to go bareback. Here are some reason why.
A few years ago, I saw a BBC documentary about phobias in which an adult woman was being treated for her lifelong, incapacitating fear of birds. Now, fear of heights, closed-in spaces, lawn mowers, I understand. But who’s ever ended up in a hospital or morgue after suffering an aerial assault from a band of militant pigeons? In Ohio where I grew up, flocks of geese were shot every spring because they crapped everywhere and ate berries out of old ladies’ gardens. Not because of the frequency with which they were implicated in human maulings.