You will save yourself a whole heap of wedding day stress by letting go. Turn up, get married, have a party. Don't worry about the details or the politics. Don't stress about things running on time because they never do. Ever.

Forget about breakfast in bed or wanting to be woken up with a gentle kiss on the lips by your partner, this man asked his wife to wake him each morni...

My wife and I went to see Titanic fourteen years ago. I lapped up every moment of it. Rose and Jack running along the decks of the ship hand in hand? ...

Very often when I speak about taking responsibility for one's relationship breakdown, I'm met with strange looks, actually some of them are angry, antagonised looks that demand, "Are you trying to say that I put myself in this situation?"

It was not only refreshing to hear intelligent conclusions being drawn from the number crunching of the Office of National Statistics, but it was invaluable to finally get some of those persistent divorce myths busted for good. Myths that I had adopted just the same as everyone else.

I hate St. Valentine's Day. I can't do romance on prescription. So, this year, as I do every year, I leave my three children with some relatives, book a night in a hotel in Dublin, with dinner for two thrown in, and take a deep breath. Fun? I don't think so.

Love? A zero score in tennis - from the French l'oeuf, "the egg" - or the keynote of the Valentine's Day celebrations. Depending on your point of view.

Well, first of all, happy gay marriage week! Or, you know, marriage week. Because surely it's just all about spending the rest of your life with the...

We'd been together for nearly eight years at this point and although neither of us ever talked about marriage or was that interested in it, it was becoming expected of us. My sudden turn into the academic arena was unexpected by 99.9% of the people we knew.

When someone is narcissistic, they tend to be extremely self-focused, viewing the world and the people they encounter as being there to serve their needs.

This post is for lovers. Lovers who boldly indulge in unrestricted romance, long and lingering public displays of affection and the hopefully not-forgotten art of spoiling your special someone rotten. For these are the lovers who take their paramour to Paris for Valentine's Day.

So, when I took my three children to Eddie Rocket's for dessert late last year and discovered that I had no money in my Laser account to pay for the bill, I panicked. I phoned my wife who was in China diligently working to bring us back an extra few bob to take the edge off the recession.