
My ex-boyfriend and I dated extremely seriously for three years. We broke up around this time last year because we realized that we wanted different things out of life. It was an extremely hard breakup, and I had to move in order to get over him and our relationship.

My guy friend had an early holiday/housewarming party on Friday night. He wanted to keep everyone downstairs since the upstairs was a mess, but there was a long line for the bathroom so I asked him if I could use the one on the second floor — he obliged. It's a split so the sink and shower is in the room next door to the toilet.

My guy friend had an early holiday/housewarming party on Friday night. He wanted to keep everyone downstairs since the upstairs was a mess, but there was a long line for the bathroom so I asked him if I could use the one on the second floor — he obliged. It's a split so the sink and shower is in the room next door to the toilet.

A good friend of mine recently broke up with her live-in boyfriend of three years. Though it was her decision to end things, it was still a difficult choice to make; she still really cares about him. All her friends have been there for her and she's done a great job moving on.

After being unemployed for several months, my boyfriend finally landed the job he'd been pining for. To welcome him to the firm, his co-workers planned a happy hour at a pub nearby. My boyfriend invited me to join so I agreed to meet them after I left work.

My boyfriend and I have been living together the past two years. Recently his parents visited from out of town to see my boyfriend and his two sisters. They were here for a few weeks, so the siblings decided to take turns hosting and showing them around.

About two years ago, I entered a bleak time in my life and fell into a depression. Fortunately, I was able to make it through, and I feel much stronger today. However, at the time it was difficult to just leave the house, and I really distanced myself from many of my friends.

I'm 28 and the youngest of three children. My siblings and I had a challenging childhood; our dad disappeared from our lives when we were little, and our mother suffered from severe depression. My sister, the eldest, took on the responsibilities of taking care of my brother and me, even though she was only a few years older than us.

Three years ago I met my boyfriend through my best friend's boyfriend, and the four of us have been a great group. But recently, they've been having some problems, so she and I have been logging in some girl time. A few weeks ago we went out for drinks and met some guys.

For as long as I can remember, I've had the horrible tendency to pursue a guy until he's totally into me, and then dump him right as things start to heat up. There's just something about a crush being interested in me that suddenly makes me totally uninterested in him. In many ways I think I just like the thrill of the chase.