I was 55-years-old, and yet my Christian upbringing still had a stranglehold on my sexuality.
Yom Kippur, the Jewish holiday of repentance, had barely been over for 14 hours and I was already fighting with my husband. Over our poached kale and egg salads with a side of chickpeas I notice my firecracker friend is uncharacteristically glum.Has my Teflon-coated mind not retained a single shred of serenity? When Peter died, the only thing that kept me sane was writing about grief. I recognized that by spewing out my emotions with honesty, I was helping others which meant it was work that made me satisfied.Your go-to source for the best in love and sex advice, essays and more from Huff Post -- and beyond!Here, you'll find all the latest stories, news and more surrounding dating, marriage, divorce, sex and modern relationships.
One fascinating aspect of my work as a couples/ family therapist is that it gives me an intimate view into the current cultural dynamics of couples.For the last twenty or so years, over half the couples I see contain the "nice guy" with his frustrated wife.