sadness
Everyone experiences grief differently; here are some universal tips for helping your partner cope.
When my dad died last year, it was hard on me, of course, but also on my boyfriend. I was 24, he was 28, and the call came just a few weeks shy of our one-year anniversary. Suddenly he found himself sitting next to me in the front row of the church and meeting my extended family. We'd scheduled a vacation for the next month, so he was going to be stuck with a crying, grieving girlfriend for nine days. A Father's Death, A Boyfriend's Proposal
He handled it with sensitivity and maturity, and the experience has brought … Read More
Breaking up can turn you into a ball of emotions. Strategies for getting over him—for good—here.
The worst part of the end of a relationship can be the lack of one. The open-endedness and plaguing questions of why and how it all went downhill can keep you up at night. We've all been there, waiting for answers that never came and wasting precious time trying to get that closure from an ex who just wasn't willing to give it.
There are tons of books and magazines on how to get him, please him and make him happy, but missing from much of that literature is practical advice on how to get what you need, whether it's … Read More
You may now kiss the bride (and give her some prozac, please).
Just when you thought us single ladies had enough to bemoan being lonely and on the hunt, a new psychological trend has annoyingly made it's way into the forefront—postnuptial depression.
Dr. Michele Gannon, a San Francisco psychologist, says there's been an upswing of newlywed couples seeking counseling for Day After The Wedding Blues. That's right, gals. Roughly 10% of the smiley couples on those wedding pages in the Sunday Times will sign up for talk therapy to help adjust to scoring the man, ring, and wedding. Who would've thunk?
Dr. Jane Greer, a New York City-based marriage … Read More
How does a woman understand her husband's passion for football? The shoe metaphor.
Part I. by James W. Powell
My wife doesn't understand the pain I'm suffering. I can tell by the way she's looking at me—tilting her head and studying me as if I were an extraterrestrial. I'm lying in bed next to her with the lights on, staring at the ceiling fan, my mind racing with What Ifs and Shoulda Woulda Couldas.
There's comforting concern in her eyes, but there's bafflement in there, too. "I don't understand why you're so upset," she says, reaching out to caress my shoulder.
I take a deep breath and sigh yet again. The wound is too fresh. I'm … Read More
