I wonder if it's a female thing this propensity to apportion blame on oneself for a relationship disaster. I can't recall many of my male friends blaming themselves for their love affairs going tits up... whether it is or isn't gender specific, it's a meaningless moan.
essica and Timothy have been friends for years but never romantically involved, and decided to try dating each other for 40 days, with each of them writing up their experiences daily on the site.
Last night, my boyfriend and I got into a bit of a spat over football. We had been away for the weekend to our very dear mates wedding and were exhausted from all the 'over socialising' (if that's even possible). I came home last night to a "very important football match".
Your romantic partner experiences a huge success; a big pay rise or their first novel is accepted for publication - how does that make you feel? If you are a man, you would be feeling worse about yourself, according to the latest psychological research.
Recently, I have begun to sort through drawers of 'important' things that Dunc had squirrelled away (or filed creatively out of sight, so that I didn't complain about the mess). In doing so, I have found a number of old cards that we sent to each other on Valentine's Day and wedding anniversaries.
While each family is unique and every writer has her/his favorite tips, I do believe there is an easy path to follow in order to attract more family members to our genealogy work: We need to write about our family histories by following my 'Four E's'.
As the Chief Executive of Relate, the UK's leading relationship support organisation, I thought it might be apt to share a little of my own experience of how relationships can develop over time. Ian, my husband, announced on the eve of a long weekend that we should paint the kitchen. I felt my chest tighten and an acute sense of impending doom.
I don't think I'll overcome the disappointment that nobody - ever - has chased me through an airport to stop me getting on a plane. Basically - when it comes to what I've been told about love, and what love actually *is* - I've been massively short-changed. And I'm not the only one.
In life there comes a time when, like me, you've had more than you've got left. When this happens, you can look back at decisions you - and your contemporaries - have got right (and, I'm afraid, wrong). In my experience, you have only three decisions that are really important...
We live in an age where society attempts to conform to the status quo. We are told that in exchange for beauty we will obtain success and happiness. What we are not told is how much unhappiness we often go through to achieve this unachievable perception of beauty.
But I want to reclaim vanilla sex, if I may. To remind and reassure you that it's a lovely way to spend the afternoon and truly nothing to be ashamed of. Enjoying it doesn't make you any less of a woman or indeed, a man, and you don't have to the Kama Sutra to be a memorable lover...
Despite the care I take not to trigger others, yesterday I managed to trigger myself. A man whom I know to be a woman-abuser, as I was one of his victims, is appearing at a cultural event on a day which overlaps my own attendance there. A colleague mentioned him and I felt like I'd been shot.
I had always thought that these 'friendships' just fizzled out. When one party has spent the entire relationship nodding, 'mmm'-ing and offering discarded advice, there's not a great deal to cling on to. But I was having dinner with a friend last week, and she mentioned the people in her life who she was currently in the process of 'phasing out'.
I would have to say that the oldest cliché in the dating world is the one surrounding humour. The late Christopher Hitchens once said that, in the sexual stakes, 'if a man isn't funny, he's finished'. As a man of great humour, I would be inclined to agree. Many times, in preparation for a date, I have organised my anecdotes.
Life is not a beach, even when you spend all day on one, and travelling is not easy, even with a partner. Although I don't think there's much we could have done to prepare for the trials we have since faced, it might have been easier knowing we were going to face them at all.
As a grieving man I am no different to a storm chaser. Terrified but compelled to move in closer, to be intimately aligned with something I hope can heal me but that has the power to completely destroy me.