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My wife told me that she lost the entire mortgage gambling. She has a gambling addiction — and that night, it came to a head.

If therapy meant talking about my feelings, that meant I had no other choice except to dress up the truth. I compulsively lied to my shrink.

I do sometimes spot “red flags” that aren’t actually there because I am expecting to be hurt. I get anxious if someone doesn’t call when they say they will.

About six months ago my partner dropped a major bomb on me. He told me he's a gambling addict and has been gambling in secret for the past year or two.

** If you haven’t yet watched this series, the below article includes some spoilers. **

n case you missed the memo, little white lies = BAD, BAD, BAD, people! And that, reader friends, is not great for your relationships.

I spent the better part of two years a frazzled mess over things that ultimately didn’t matter. My child was still growing up perfectly normal, even when he didn’t follow the straight and narrow path set forth by his pediatrician. I was driving myself over the edge for nothing.

Dear Erin, OK, I am sure I’m going to catch hell for this, but I created a fake profile on Tinder. I mean, the profile isn’t completely fake, but the pictures are.