Football Casualty

Q: My boyfriend is all into football and his favorite team lost today. Now he's all pissy. This has happened the past two years now. When his team badly, he's impossible to live with until they win again. He has even hit me once or twice when I've tried to talk him out of his mood. It's like this every fall—the rest of the year he's fine. What should I do?

Anne: Do you actually live with him? Because if so, maybe you should vacate the premises for the autumn. If not, call a hiatus for football season—maybe he'll get the hint that he's not fun to be around when he's acting juvenile.

Dee: Punt his ass down the field of broken relationships. Any man that raises his hand to a woman is an asshole. When he does it because his football game lost makes him a fucking asshole. And I don't care how great he is during the rest of the year. No need to try to make a pass or rush for a touchdown. He'll drop the ball every time. Call a foul and toss him out of the game.

Resolutions? Bah! Hum bug!

Q: I hate resolutions yet every year I make them. Are there tips I can use to keep them?

Anne: Instead of making several resolutions, make only one or two you feel a real commitment to. That's commitment, not a passing interest. Choose something you passionately want to do. Ask for help to keep the resolution if you need it—maybe ask a friend to run with you if getting more exercise is your goal, or something like that. If you don't keep the resolution anyway, don't beat yourself up, but do take responsibility and own up to it.

Dee: Good grief, I never make resolutions. But if I did, here's the one I would make. I try to do it now: Resolve to live each day and each moment as though it was the most special time in your life—because it is.

Happy New Year, and fuck the resolutions!

The Happiest of New Year!

Wishing you a happy and blessed New Year.

Yes, we know it's actually Jan 2, but we're taking an extra day. Please come back next week!

Love,
Dee and Anne