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A plate of meat lasagna gave me the worst night of my life, but there may be an upside...

A friend recently told me a story about one of her colleagues, who has been with her boyfriend for ten years, and has lived with him for three. Her boyfriend works at an investment firm, and this colleague of my friend’s never cared about his salary, until recently.

When I moved back to Toronto, after living in Calgary for three years, I moved into a condo with my daughter. But everyone told me I needed a house, not just because the condo only had two bedrooms (and I work at home) but for my daughter, who should grow up in a house, in a neighborhood with other children.

We all have regrets. I have one that I can see right now as I sit cross-legged in my chair. The tattoo on my ankle is a daily painful reminder of how stupid I was. Having a tattoo that you hate is a constant reminder of a time when you did something dumb. When my daughter was young, I used to tell her the tattoo was a band-aid. But somewhere over the years she got smart and said, “Mommy, your band-aid isn’t coming off!”

He lives in the suburbs. I live downtown. How I found myself in a long-dstance relationship.