I’m a 57-year-old woman who’s been married for 32 years. My husband and I are both still working and recently moved into a gated golf community, our retirement home. We have a 30-year-old son who still lives with us. The initial plan was for him to move out on his own when we moved, however, 

I’m a 57-year-old man who met my best friend when we were in preschool. His family treats me as if I were one of their own and mine the same. I’ve always been there for my pal, through the good times and the bad. We lived in a small town. While growing up, we hung out with the same group of girls and guys through elementary, middle and high school. Even though

I’m a 32-year-old man who’s struggling with motivation and attitude at work. I’ve been with my company for more than five years. When I started, they promised plenty of opportunity to move up within the organization with yearly performance reviews, competitive salaries and good benefits. I thought this was a company I could grow with, and my intention was to stay with them for the long term. Things were great for the first few years,

We have just moved to North Carolina, and both our children are going to start new schools in the fall. They both experienced bullying at their old school where they had been students for a number of years. They’re both terrified of starting over in a new community, school and afraid of being bullied. They’re a little shy and socially awkward. We aren’t sure how to calm their fears, and we are also possibly overly concerned because

I’m a 40-year-old woman struggling to understand our culture of judgment, criticism and betrayal because my beliefs don’t align with those of others, where good friendships and close families are splintered and have become disposable. I met my best friend in middle school. We were inseparable until recently when she decided to end our friendship. I’m crushed! I thought nothing could ever come

I am a 62-year-old married man who recently celebrated our 42nd wedding anniversary alone. My wife was present physically, however, mentally, she wasn’t capable of being present since her Alzheimer’s diagnosis a couple of years ago. I was her caregiver up until a few months ago when she started becoming agitated and violent, no longer the person I married, a shell of her former self. That’s when I, with the approval of our children, moved her into a residence that specializes in

I am the mother of a 21-year-old man who isn’t making the best of choices, what I believe to be addictive behaviors regarding alcohol and drugs. My husband and I are doing everything we can to help him, yet he continues to be disrespectful, defiant and physically and emotionally abusive. We’ve caught him lying and stealing money from us a few times to support his addiction. Enforcing rules