My husband and I have been together for over 20 years. We met in high school and watched each other graduate high school, college, and graduate school, find (and change) careers, and become parents.
We watched each other become adults and now we are watching each other age. I meet my friend Geraldine at a hip, local eatery in the heart of Abbot Kinney in Venice Beach.
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.
The joint was not exactly jumping as 6 o'clock rolled around, the hour that the Ford Fusion Speed Dating event was to get under way.
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.