Jeanne Phillips

After my vivid dreams, I learned my son's father had died.

Maybe he's just trying to be nice, but it feels controlling.

We have it, they both want it, and I'm dreading the confrontation.

Her mother got angry and made hurtful accusations.

My blind friend insists it's a service animal but it doesn't act like one.

Her whole life revolves around the team, and it's destroying our marriage.

It's not my first rodeo, but it is for him.

I still hold resentment over this incident from my teen years.

I'm starting to feel like his child rather than his wife.

I don't want them to be surprised, but I don't want to make a big deal out of it, either.