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Regular readers may remember my grouchy Valentine's Day post from a few years ago, when I was newly separated from my ex husband and in no mood for romance. Back then, the very thought of being with
I'm dating a man who is racist against salad and most fruit. His deep and abiding hatred is incomprehensible to me because I happily eat both every day. "It's the texture and feel of them," he s
I'm dating someone at the moment and it's both sweet -- he's #kindaamazing -- and mildly terrifying. In my working life I can tolerate a high degree of risk. I've moved countries and cities lots of
I delved into the murky world of online dating a few months ago and it was an eye-opener. For starters, I learned that I'm a judgemental bitch. Now we all have our particular quirks, and mental
A month ago my ex husband had a vasectomy. When it was over and he was half the man he used to be -- his words, not mine -- I picked him up from the hospital and drove him home, teasing him onl
Me: I don't feel like myself. Friend: What's going on? Me: Lots of stuff. Big stuff. Heavy stuff. I've started dating again, too. Friend: That's good. It's about time you got back o
In case I'd forgotten that it's Valentine's Day on Friday my Inbox is filling up with media releases from restaurants keen to promote their Valentine's Day menus. Now I've had good Valentine's
I had this argument with my husband a few years ago. “There are so many things about you that just drive me crazy,” he began. “For instance, you never shut the refrigerator door properly;
Last year my husband and I decided to separate. We'd been together for nine years and married for seven. Older The Hungry Australian readers may remember him popping up in various posts like this, thi
This is not a Valentine's Day post. With my current relationship status -- recently separated after a nine year relationship/marriage -- I feel ill-equipped to gush about heart-shaped biscuits and s
The other day, I returned home to interrogate my husband with the age-old question: "how much do you love me?" "Out of ten? Maybe an eight," he said. '*An eight?! Is that all?" I shrieked. "Try
When my husband and I first started dating, he made this for me one night. It worked. Enough said. INGREDIENTS 1 jar of caviar, chilled 1 whole lemon, sliced into eights Half a red onion
