High Maintenance? Moi?
Bob suggested I was high maintenance. Wrong. Here’s a definition of high maintenance and a defense of why I believe I am not.
Bob suggested I was high maintenance. Wrong. Here’s a definition of high maintenance and a defense of why I believe I am not.
What do you do at the end of the affair? I clear out nearly every reminder of the guy who broke up with me. I just can’t help myself. But I took it a step further with a recent breakup.
Mr. S broke up with BetsyG, blindsiding her. Here she reflects on what failed.
BetsyG’s friend Jackie made the classic mistake of thinking she had something going with a guy she knew electronically. How do you avoid the perils of e-mail relationships? BetsyG explains in this essay.

BetsyG likes to write even more than she likes to talk. Her essays have been published in the Boston Globe Magazine. She has children who would be horrified to be associated with her and her blogazine. BetsyG is a happy divorcée and, suffering from a bad case of arrested development, has no idea how old she really is; her deluded belief is that she's your age, whatever it may be.