How hard, I think, can this be?
As he and his ex are nearing the end of their divorce process, I’m not sure how much I can actually trust him.
Our birth-control methods failed, and we can’t afford a second child financially or career-wise.
Her relationship shows all the typical signs of emotional manipulation and physical harm, but she refuses to admit that there’s a problem.
She picks fights, doesn’t listen to others, and makes everyone uncomfortable. Nobody wants to invite her to events—and I feel awful about it.
I want to be there for him, but his depressive episodes are difficult for me to handle.
Before her health took a turn for the worse, we had both agreed that we should end our 14-year marriage.
He has grades and test scores that I think should qualify him for the Ivy League—but he’s also white and upper-middle-class.
I want to reestablish our connection, but she won’t even acknowledge me at family events.
I thought something was off about one of her new friends—and my suspicions were right.
His ex-wife is constantly texting and calling him about problems with their kids, and I can’t help but feel annoyed.
We’ve been dating for a while and have talked about marriage, but I’m worried that he’s still scared of commitment.
My younger sister is constantly anxious whenever she comes to visit, and I want to help without completely draining myself.
My supervisor isn’t allowed to give me more details for the sake of anonymity, and I don’t know how to change without changing my entire personality.
After a weekend of not speaking to me, she collapsed and cut my wedding night short, and I don’t know how to deal with the resentment I still feel.
His parents give a lot of financial support to his twin brother and sister-in-law, and I wish they’d do the same for us.
I don’t really care about the presents themselves—I just want to know what prompted the change.
They say they’re trying to protect me and my brothers during the divorce process, but they’re dragging us into their problems.
My co-workers got a big promotion that I didn’t get, and I can’t bring myself to be happy for them.
I want to confront my aunts, but the time is never right.