Dear Bunmi, I’m a virgin at 30; nervous with my boyfriend
‘I regret snatching my friend’s husband’ — Reader
A cougar confesses: Men of my age don’t do It well for me!
How to help your daughter cope with accepting her hubby’s second wife!
Should I leave or stick around?
My ex-boyfriend sexually harassed me
We keep breaking up and patching up
He thinks I’m cheating on him
I’m afraid of leaving my girlfriend after sleeping with her
Women who tend to carcass
The clothes you wear could be dangerous to your health
Sex with my boss was good but I regret it
My man’s dad smacked my bum
You must not equate excessive jealousy with love!
I couldn’t confess to my best friend I slept with his wife!
What happened to Funbi!

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‘I’m sad! Mum is having an affair six month’s after dad’s death’
Less than six months after dad died, our mum started seeing someone else. I knew their marriage hadn’t been great, but it saddened me that she could move on so quickly. She went to a party with her friend and when I waited till midnight and she hadn’t returned, 1 went to bed.
‘Love-making with my husband no longer turns me on’
I’m married to my childhood sweetheart. We lived together for a few years then got married three years ago. He’s a lovely and responsible man and I’m lucky to have him. We have a great relationship, apart from the physical side. His love-making no longer turns me on as it used to.
Wetness from my vagina dries into tiny crumbs, smells funny
When I have sex, afterward it’s like the wet stuff from my vagina gathers or dries into tiny crumbs and smells funny. I don’t know what is the cause . My guy doesn’t say anything but it happens every time. It’s so weird and embarrassing. I figure it’s not dirt but it looks so strange.
How do you cope when your spouse suffers from dementia?
I began losing my husband nine years ago,” said 72-year-old Charlotte, a retired industrial nurse. “We were both in our early 60s when he became strangely forgetful and disoriented. I can’t quite pinpoint when Idowu, my husband—that is to say the man I married—disappeared, but that man no longer exists. The diagnosis of Alzheimer’s didn’t happen until three years ago, but by then it didn’t really need a name. It was abundantly clear that something was seriously wrong.

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