I am abroad working as an instructor in the Middle East. I have been here for the last 13 years. Life has become better because I was able to provide for the needs of my parents and send my brothers and sisters to university. I’ve also built a house and bought a farm for my parents.
I am 50 years old and I am guilty of having cheated on my wife. My problem now is how to help her to move on and forget the past. She said she has forgiven me, but has she forgotten? She told me that no matter how hard she tries there are events in our daily life that keep on reminding her and keeping her memory of my cheating alive.
I am a father of two boys and one girl. We are a beautiful family, everybody tells us. All of my children became commercial models when they were growing up, and two of them still do modeling. My wife was a Miss Something in her youth while I was a known playboy. I broke quite a few hearts along the way, and unwittingly sired a number of illegitimate kids—some known to me, but mostly strangers, who dot places I’ve visited, here and abroad. Obviously, I sowed my wild oats. Those were the good ol’ days and I know I am paying for them now. I am being punished at how my three children have turned out.
I work as a physician-in-training. Despite the hardships, I have everything I want: a condominium (which I share with my boyfriend of four years) and a supportive family. Though it’s been four years, my boyfriend and I agreed to start a family after I finished my two-year training, though he was not yet financially ready to start a family. Everything was perfect, until my boyfriend quit his job as a CPA last July and transferred to a “less toxic” job.
One has to look hard enough to see that, for all the assertive individualism characterizing it, Cherry Pie and Leo’s marriage actually works. Scarcely seen together outside their home, they’re
A man’s relationship with his mother can be one of cinematic proportions. There is no dynamic like it, a balance between nurturing and letting go. It is also an extremely
I hope you can enlighten me on this problem of mine. Call it stupidity or poor memory retention, but I’m one of those people who don’t have any sense of direction. But I don’t have any problem remembering instructions, notes, quotes and even names. In fact, you can introduce me to 50 different people in a party, tipsy and all, and I can still remember their names correctly. This is really true.
This is about my close friend and her husband who are living in Europe. They met through common friends and started as phone pals. That was five years ago. They’re married now and have two little girls.
All my life I’ve dealt with strong women, starting with my late Nanay, who imposed her will over my bad-boy inclinations, and now with my 2-year-old grandniece Moshi, a mischievous beauty who can command me to play “no pass” anytime.
I’ve been married eight years and have three children. My husband and I get along well, but we’ve become just like brother and sister for a long time now. His libido has diminished with middle age. Granting that he cannot perform anymore, how difficult is it to give me a hug?
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