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A vacation is always nice, but it’s no longer just my daughter and me.

My brain feels like it’s going to explode — I suspect I'm about to become a madwoman, leaving my house in my bathrobe and screaming while running up and down the block.

I've had a fruit fly problem for the past month. My boyfriend has been complaining about them -- and initially I didn't care, but now I do.

“But she’s such a handful,” I said to my boyfriend. We were talking about a couple we knew and had just run into. I could not, for the life of me, figure out what this man saw in this woman, who is demanding, bossy, and abrasive.

My boyfriend and I have started talking — just talking! — about moving in together.