We often hear natural male polygamy and female monogamy being referred to in the context of scientific fact. This myth, which has no biological foundation at all, was thought up by men back in the day of patriarchy and continues to be supported by men for obvious reasons.
After that incident, I finally wiped my hands of them both. When I announced that I was pregnant, I knew it would only be a matter of time before she tried to get in touch with me and I was right, I had Facebook messages sent to me, the majority of which were ignored and most of the content I don't wish to divulge.
I've seen my eldest become a shadow of his former self, mainly because kids have been kids and said things to him, that he's then become upset about. We've done our best to help him make friends, but it hasn't worked. The school has done what it can to support us. Unfortunately, our combined efforts haven't worked.
Domestic Violence can happen to anyone, I know that now because it happened to me. We were living a middle classed life that from the outside was enviable. The whole time I was at war with the man I had invited in mine and my kids' lives.
Guided by the belief that love equalled loss, I deliberately sought out men with whom there was no chance of real intimacy - commitment-phobes, men with partners or men who were gay. Either that, or I would find fault with every good guy I got close to.
Living with chronic illness is lonely as fuck. I spend so much time on my own -- more time than I ever expected to spend on my own, or have ever wanted to. There is so, so, much of my life that people don't see.
In this vlog for The Huffington Post UK Ollie talks about finding it hard to meet people, why online dating wasn't working for him and his new venture, a dating app called Chappy.
I don't know about you but I spend a lot of nights sat in a Wetherspoons with my single girlfriends, and sometimes the odd gay, wondering why we are s...
'I'm fine!' - my automated response when someone asks me how I am and even that is a massive overstatement. Rewind two months and I would have said 'Amazing!' or 'Really Good!' with enough gusto to ensure that whoever was asking knew that I meant it, because it was true.
I still feel a bit uncomfortable writing about it, if I'm honest. My love life is really happy at the moment, but something still stops me from wanting to be too public about it, possibly because it feels like tempting fate.
I fought for ages about seeking professional help. My defense was "I'm fine!". On reflection, the early days of the split were when I needed help the most, over 4 years on I believe that this lack of professional help in the early stages has impacted on how I deal with my emotions now. Go get help and don't be embarrassed about it!
Living with someone who suffers from depression is hard. Really hard. Yet personally I feel like it's not discussed as openly as depression itself. No we are not the ones directly suffering but depression doesn't come with an instruction booklet.
As leaked nudes continue to go viral, and the government gears up to listen to your phone calls and read your emails, remember: it's impossible to hack a piece of paper.
Maybe, with life being so busy, we have to prearrange it all, even if it means that we all end up celebrating our love in one identikit packaged, shrink-wrapped night. And yet... something about all that prearranged perfection makes me want that Boredom app to vibrate on my wrist or phone.
You'll never attract love if you don't know what it is. Love is never about just one person. It's a way of life, an attitude and spiritual awareness. I don't believe love can exist in absence of these things.
I am not necessarily advocating that we defend our political views at the expense of our relationships but what I am saying is that those humane values that sit behind those views are worth defending at any cost. If we do not have the courage to defy racist and xenophobic attitudes in those closest to us then how can we hope to have the strength to fight them in a wider audience?