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I’m middle-aged, with four teenage kids. Two years ago when my husband and I got separated, I fell in love with a guy seven years my junior, also newly separated. We had a wonderful, touching year of bridging gaps, supporting each other through the trauma of failed marriages, and rediscovering fun and intimacy. I travel a lot for work, like to exercise regularly, and also like time with myself and sometimes alone with girlfriends. My kids, of course, take a lot of time, too. His only child is 22 and busy (although she lives with him), he doesn’t travel, and, although he does have friends, he doesn’t seem to crave long evenings…

I am 24 and will be marrying my 25-year-old fiancé in February. We both had been friends with one woman, “Julia,” whom we went to college with and with whom he had a sexual past (prior to dating me). I was fully aware of this past and all three of us continued our friendship until about a year ago, when I noticed that she had defriended me on Facebook. I thought it was odd, but my fiancé indicated that it may have been because she began a new relationship and may have felt awkward remaining friends with us due to their past. I accepted this and assumed it was because we had…

My boyfriend and I have been together for three years. I was living in Texas, where I’m from, when I met him while visiting my sister in Georgia. Three months later I moved to Georgia to pursue my career and we ended up dating and falling in love. My sister moved back to Texas and for the last two years I have been alone, with the exception of my boyfriend and his family. I love them, but they are not my family. I get really lonely sometimes, especially when he’s out with his friends and I’m home by myself waiting for him. I don’t want to seem like the “bitch” girlfriend, but…

My parents divorced when I was 13. My Dad moved to another state, and I stayed with my mom. Being a single mom, she worked two jobs to make ends meet. She wasn’t home as much as she wanted to be, and I ended up spending a lot of my time with the family across the street. They had twins, John and Mary, the same age as me, and a younger son, Max, who was 6 years younger. Eventually my friendship with John became more than just a friendship. Mary was aware of what developed between John and me, and she did not object at all. John and I were never exclusive,…