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No doubt it baffles him as well.

I often wonder how he feels about this now....

I am not goopy or groovy, but I make my own nighttime moisturizing balm adapted from a natural sun screen recipe.

Oh my goodness. You do have to keep trying to be a good person, but this will take listening to your gut when your nether regions are trying to speak more loudly. Being a good person is an every day, every action journey and even if it involves a few tough decisions, it gets easier and easier all of the time. It is

Maybe stop battling it. Sounds exhausting...a battle is like, hmmm, Lord of the Rings or something with Mel Gibson in the 80s. I swear a good therapist can help you unlearn the habit of listening to the Dick in Your Head. It can be done without having to venture down the yonder path of what has happened to you (which

Anxiety was a huge issue for me for, um, decades, but I was fortunate to find a great therapist who talked to me a lot about learning to sit with anxiety as opposed to react from anxiety. It was HARD and dating ramped it up to levels unknown previously. I would react from anxiety in order to quell it only to find the

You sound amazing!

It is likely a myth that you are too broken, not enough, unloveable.

I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a message board dedicated to him, so wide was his net and so deep his oceanic need to play out his inner bullshit on others. Of course, he circled back a year later with his tale of woe and regretful eyes. But I just shrugged and said, “No thanks.” High fived and was out. Because

Aimee:

I have missed Pot Psychology so much. Thank you!

“What is wrong with you that you are not married? Men are intimidated by you. Soften up!” x’s 1 million advisors.

For the win!

It really is so very true. And why we have not relayed every moment of our engagement to our parents, coworkers and acquaintances.

Huh. Not sure this is fair to ALL MEN you know and don’t know. That is a whole lotta men. Exactly all of the men in the entire world. Consider perhaps that when SOME men believe that ALL WOMEN they know and don’t know might enjoy a smidge of misogyny wrapped around some inappropriate conduct, they are wrong as fuck.

I pretty much knew very early on — first or second year. And then I didn’t care whenever it happened and we just lived as though it was highly likely with no end date. Five years later, I was so relaxed about it that when he proposed on a bridge after a perfect day together, he did it by saying, “I want to ask you

I miss it too!

No, Real Nature Boy, I am strong of character. I did not bend my 5'10 frame over to pick up an 8lb asshole and wring his ornery neck until he died and then serve up an anemic meal to my family. I simply let nature work it out.

Just so I am following...the rooster was following his “territorial” nature and yet “deserved better than he got” by being picked off by a hawk who was apparently learned the skill on America’s Got Talent?

I gather you’ve never been challenged to a duel by a rooster.