As a single mother who re-entered the dating scene in my early 30s, I encountered my fair share of men who wanted me to like them, and on paper, I should have. They were good-looking and could correctly punctuate a sentence. Some were even doctors, lawyers, or businessmen.
But whether it be through messages or in person, I started to notice patterns of why some guys didn’t hold my interest and why they probably weren’t holding the interest of other available women either.
Here are some things you can employ to make a woman crazy for you instead of all those other guys who may be filling up her inbox. …
In my early 20s, I became intensely close to a girl named Laura. I’d just moved to the area a couple of years before and struggled to find my “place,” so she was my first real friend in a while. I idolized and envied her. She seemed so carefree and happy, beautiful and cheerful.
We were both adamant about not dating for a year, but not even six months into it, she started talking to a few guys who kept breadcrumbing her.
“Why do you keep talking to these stupid guys?” I railed her.
“Because I want to! What’s the big deal?” …
Readers please note: this story includes descriptions of drug use and addiction. If you need information or help with substance abuse, call the National Helpline.
I’d been married for six years when I found drugs in my house.
While my infant twins were napping, I’d decided to hang a tiny canvas painting that celebrated coffee on the wall above my kitchen cabinets.
While up there, I glanced along the dirty dusty line of the top of my kitchen cabinets and there, in the back right corner, I saw an empty prescription bottle. …