I am thirty years old and married to a well-known sculptor who is twenty-five years older than I am. He’s very talented and eccentric, not always easy to be with. For him it is a ...
I am the mother of a transsexual child. Since a very young age, my younger son let it be known that he felt he was really a girl and he’d been born in the wrong ...
My wife and I are scared of the neighbors' son. He’s more surly than he used to be, and we want to fire him.
I wanted to get up and read her the riot act, but I just couldn’t bring myself to confront her. You will probably tell me I’m a stupid fool and an unfit mother, but I ...
I am haunted by her ghost. The children are angry that he’s removed photos of their mom from the walls.
My mother-in-law, Barbara, is extremely difficult. Nothing is ever good enough for her.
I’m the wife of a person who was cited (and fired) for sexual misconduct. Never in his whole career was there a problem.
I started doing research on Munchausen Syndrome and the pieces fit: Patty seems to have imposed factitious disorders on herself, her dog, and finally her child in order to gain attention/sympathy for herself.
We are about to celebrate our fifteenth wedding anniversary, but my husband doesn’t seem nearly as excited about me and our marriage as he does about his weekly therapy sessions.
I am a happy wife except for one thing: my husband, whom I’ll call Charlie, has the worst road rage I have ever encountered.