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My boyfriend and I have been together for about three years. We began dated shortly after I discovered I was pregnant with someone else’s child. I made an adoption plan for my son and he was adopted two years ago. My boyfriend was with me throughout the entire time, and he has been incredibly supportive. This has not been an easy journey though; I have struggled with depression throughout this time, and I know it is very hard on him. I cannot get out of this funk, and it is incredibly frustrating to the both of us. I attend counseling regularly and am taking antidepressants. I am trying to do all the…

It’s time again for Shortcuts. For every question, I’ll give my advice in three sentences or less, because sometimes the answer to a person’s question is so obvious and the need to hear it so great, being as clear and frank as possible is simply the best way to go. Today we discuss a feminists’ worry that her love of submission may be promoting misogyny, whether or not to register for wedding gifts if you’re eloping, and when it’s too late to call off a wedding (hint: it’s never too late until the license has been signed and sealed).

In a feature I call “Your Turn,” in which you, the readers, get to answer the question, I’m presenting the following letter without commentary from me: I got divorced three years ago from my verbally abusive ex-husband. He isn’t verbally abusive anymore and we remain friends to this day, but he has 70% custody of our children. Now, I am not a bad mother; the court did not give him custody, we agreed that he would have custody since at the time, and still now, he has a better-paying job, a great support system, and he really is a good father. He’s in the military and we’ve been in a city 2000…

I’ve been in the hospital, so Miles has kindly volunteered to step in and guest write a column or two this week. Here’s one of them: I did it! I went on a date with Mike! Actually it was a group date. It was a field trip for biology class. We went to the lake to collect larvae specimens or something. But Mike and I rode in the same van. Just two rows apart. He sat next to Denise. Anyhoo, I ended up making out with our Science Professor behind a boat house. Not bad right? — Gina

In a feature I call “Your Turn,” in which you, the readers, get to answer the question, I’m presenting the following letter without commentary from me: I’m 20 years old and live with my 20-year-old boyfriend and his family. I live no more than three miles away from my family’s house, yet I miss them terribly. I moved in with my boyfriend a year ago because I loved him and wanted to experience a more grown-up life. I was 18 and the time and was, like, “OK, let’s move in without telling my mom.” I just left when she wasn’t home which hit her really hard. Since moving in with my boyfriend,…

In a feature I call “Your Turn,” in which you, the readers, get to answer the question, I’m presenting the following letter without commentary from me: I’m at my wit’s end with my roommate and her boyfriend. On her own, she is a good roommate, but the problem is, she is NEVER on her own! He is always here — he sleeps over, hangs out for several hours, eats (food that he bought to keep in our fridge that I’m paying the power bill for), leaves for like an hour tops, comes back, eats lunch, hangs out, leaves for an hour, comes back, eats…you see the cycle. He also uses our shower…