My ex and I started dating when I was 19, and we were together for seven years. That's a lot of Formative Time in a monogamous relationship. Now I'm single. And being single is awesome. Dating is also awesome. …Kind of. Sometimes? Well, it's definitely a thing, and it's new to me. So, I decided to try out some dating sites. What a trip.
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I know that I am the one who needs to get up with her every time, without exception. I have no one to be angry and resentful towards because they don't live up to whatever expectations I have put in place for them. I'll never worry about a custody battle or if her dad will let her get a tattoo after I say no. Doing everything yourself is immeasurably easier when you know that is the case from the start. Sure, there are great men out there and resentment is not always the case — I just prefer the ease of not worrying about maintaining a relationship along with my other responsibilities. A personal choice, for sure, but I would do it again in a heartbeat.
I love my family very much, but when I moved away in 2006 I wasn't looking back. I loved the freedom and thrived on being independent. Then financial disaster struck. I realized that my whole life was about to be packed up in boxes, and my marriage was about to be squeezed into a 5-by-5 bedroom in my parents house.
When I first broached the subject of permanent, non-hormonal birth control with my gynecologist, I wasn't even considering a tubal ligation. I had originally been trying to decide between the copper IUD and Essure. IUDs (intrauterine devices) are not permanent, but they do last a while. Essure (spring devices that are implanted in your fallopian tubes) is a fairly new procedure that can be performed in your gyno's office but is permanent. I was leaning toward Essure because it was permanent and would only cost an office co-pay until this happened: "If I were you, I would just get my tubes tied."
My husband and I have been married for seven years. We're both gainfully employed and in our mid-thirties… and I think that 2014 should be the year we make the decision to start trying for our first child. But here's the thing: while I'm ready to start trying to bake a kid, my husband isn't, and I'm at a loss as to how I should tell him that I feel like it's time for us do this thing.
A dear friend of mine was all set to get married after getting engaged earlier this year, but recently ended the relationship and called off the wedding. I reached out to let her know I was there for her, and to let me know if I could do anything for her. But I just don’t know what to say to comfort her, especially as I plan my own wedding. Has anyone else experienced this? I’d love your insight on how I can help her out during this extremely trying time.
Five years ago my wife and I bought a great house with a small yard in downtown Madison, Wisconsin. Our firstborn, Sam, was about six-months-old when I started designing his sandbox. He was born in July so this gave me the winter to get it down on paper.
So we all agree: Charting is a super, insanely useful way to get really amazingly in touch with your body and your cycles. But if you're not careful, charting can drive you super insane. When you put a lot of time into something if it doesn't immediately pay off, it can be emotionally and intellectually devastating. Based on what I learned during my 44 months of charting (…I KNOW), here's a little guidance on how to chart without going super insane.