I'm sorry I haven't written in forever, dear reader(s). Last year went .... well, pear-shaped is a kind description. Last year went for a ball of shit, frankly. I have many, many things to say about this. I had things to say all along, but there were a lot of emotions flying around and I wasn't sure if all of them were real emotions or some were just my brain messing with me because of stress. Some stuff I'm still not sure about. But I'm ready to start talking about it.
Last weekend I spent time with some wonderful old friends, and one of them reminded me of the reason I write this blog: if even one person can unravel the weirdness of being in a relationship with one or more other people a little more easily because of something I've said, I've contributed something good to the world. Or something.
So prepare to learn about The Answer to Why You Shouldn't Move in With All Your Romantic Partners; The Big Issue With Falling Into Relationships Instead of Consciously Choosing Them; The Revelation Regarding Self-Help Books (Especially Love Languages); The Glory of House Meetings; How I Learned to Be a Joiner and Then Hated Everyone and Left, and more exciting installments. Possibly slowly, because I'm still doing that thing where I work all day and learn to be a sex educator also, and running a household. And I'm getting old so I go to bed early.
Be good, chickens. Leave me comments so I know you're still out there and maybe care about these Adventures in Love, Life and Putting on Weight.