Friends of ours have been fighting, which makes me sad. They’ve been fighting more than usual – fighting non-stop. Now, I’m not one to criticize fighting: Z and I fight like cats and dogs, and there’s a lot of love between us. So fighting in and of itself is no big deal. But it’s worrisome…
A few months ago, a friend and I were walking in the park. In an (uncharacteristic) display of vulnerability, I told her: “Sometimes I think I’m really cool to be married to, but sometimes, I am really uncool.” As I said it, a couple of older women – probably in their 80s – walked past,…
Not too long ago, after my anxiety had a late-night brush with Esther Perel, I drove past a local community centre and saw a sign for an Italian-style sausage-making class. Ta-da! I love Z, I think we have a good marriage. I desire him, I’m curious about him, etc etc. (Let’s not go on too much,…
As you know, I loosely followed Anthony Weiner’s fall from grace. Z and I watched Weiner, the other night – a documentary about Weiner’s campaign to be the mayor of New York in 2013. We both knew a little about Anthony Weiner, beyond what we’d seen in the headlines. Despite his unfortunate sexting habit, Weiner…
A few weeks ago, I read an article about the legal challenges facing Canadian polyamorists. WordPress isn’t recognizing “polyamorists” as a word – its spell-checker doesn’t like it. WordPress, it’s a new world. Here are two things I believe deeply: To quote Pierre Trudeau: “The state has no place in the bedrooms of the nation”.…
Alright readers, I’m back. The other day, a friend mentioned she had some jealousy issues. This wasn’t a newsflash – I’ve observed them and teased her before – but as we were talking about it this time, I started thinking: “Wow, I’m not really jealous.” She: “Well, you know (boyfriend name) is so friendly and…
Did you and your spouse do your renovation without fighting? Trick question. No married couple has ever completed a home renovation without fighting. The only couple I’ve ever heard of getting through a renovation without one spat is the one profiled in the first couple of paragraphs here: The thing about the renovation is that…
For the record: I don’t think so, I really don’t. Z and I talked about it today. Remember “Carlos Danger”? For those of you who don’t know, that was Weiner’s pseudonym when he texted women he was not married to. Super cheeseball, right? Not just unfaithful, but the fromage. Insult, meet injury. I don’t want…
Last night, I finally broke down and told Z that I was mildly upset that he hadn’t changed all of his passwords to have something to do with me. Like how his banking pin number isn’t my birthday, or his email password something like: “EmilyLoveLifeXXXX”. (With “XXXX” being the year we met, got married, or…
A rhetorical question: I don’t care if I should be ashamed. (An aside: do you think I’m enjoying it as much as his exes? As Winona? That’s also rhetorical: if I’m Winona Ryder, I’m cackling with glee at all of this. If I were Winona Ryder, I’d be so deep into the Google right now,…
