Author: Theodore Lee

It’s been a few days since my husband’s funeral, and I’m honestly heartbroken. I’m 65F, and he was 65M. We met in college when we were both 18 and were together for 47 incredible years. He was the most wonderful man — a brilliant husband, a great dad, and very involved with our girls. He loved nothing as much as his daughters. Everyone loved him. It was heartbreaking seeing his mom cry at his funeral; she’s lost her husband and son in such a short time. Our oldest daughter is coping, but our youngest hasn’t stopped crying.

It’s so unfair. We had so much time left together, so much planned. I looked at our wedding album and remembered him crying when I walked down the aisle, and then I started to cry seeing him cry. I love him so much. He encouraged me to chase my dreams and supported me through everything. I had a wonderful marriage of love, equality, and support. I would do it all again; in every life, I would choose him.

I’m 26, educated, employed, and generally doing fine in life—but I hate being a man. I’ve never been in a relationship, largely because modern dating feels rigged. Men are expected to pursue, face rejection, and compromise, while women receive attention and choose.

I worked hard to build a stable life and wanted a partner who did the same. Instead, I feel expected to accept a losing deal. I once met someone who felt perfect for me, but I believe she rejected me because of status and background.

From what I’ve seen, women prioritize looks, status, and money, while many men remain lonely for years. Beyond dating, women seem to have easier social lives, stronger support networks, and more validation overall.

I didn’t arrive at these beliefs randomly. Years of rejection and watching how things play out led me here. I’m told I’m a good person with a good life, but being a man feels like a curse that leads to isolation.

I (24M) have cheated on my girlfriend (23F) on and off for years, and I hate myself for betraying the trust she kept giving me. I truly love her and believe she’s the only one for me. Before her, I was in an abusive high school relationship where my ex cheated on me and completely warped my understanding of love and worth. That damage followed me into this relationship.

The first time I cheated, it was with that ex. My girlfriend found out, forgave me, and I did it again anyway. I still don’t fully understand why. I think part of me couldn’t believe my girlfriend genuinely loved me. My ex made me feel small and inadequate, and even though I hated her, I kept going back. I also convinced myself my girlfriend was probably cheating too.

Husband is close to a female colleague. Should I be worried?

Over the past year, my husband has become close to a female colleague. In fairness to him, he did ask me at the time,
was it ok for him to have a female friend in work that he might occasionally go to lunch with. I said yes that was fine
as I trust him.

The issue is that now they go to lunch once a week and message each other numerous times throughout the day. Every day.
He always keeps his phone with him and, much as I hate doing it, I can check his messages to her via his smartwatch when
he leaves it charging.

They message about everything not just work related issues. They message about meals, plans and send photos of random
things to each other.

I made a choice I thought was about love, a better relationship, and a better future.

I left my husband, the person who had committed to me, for someone else. This new man encouraged it and kept telling me I deserved better.

My husband wasn’t perfect. He didn’t fully meet my needs, he didn’t want to change, and I often felt unseen. But I know now he would never have done what this man did.

Then this other man showed up. He was exciting and affectionate. He seemed smarter, had a better education, a better job, and I truly believed I had found “the one.” He cooked with me, helped around the house, and poured on the praise. He kept saying I deserved everything.

I’m in my 30s, married, and in the middle of some big life changes. My partner and I recently bought a home and are slowly planning renovations. We’re trying to be intentional and thoughtful, since this is meant to be our long-term home.

My mom wants to help, and I truly believe her intentions are good. But her version of helping often feels like overstepping. She gives advice as if it’s a directive, schedules things without checking with me first, and gets frustrated when our timeline or choices don’t match how she would do things. This same pattern showed up during our wedding, where it felt like I constantly had to justify our decisions.

She often says, “I’m just trying to help,” and I don’t think she means to be controlling. Still, the impact is that I feel overridden and treated like I’m not fully capable of making decisions for my own life. When I try to push back or set boundaries, I immediately feel guilty and anxious, like I’m being ungrateful or hurting her feelings.