My girlfriend of a year is beautiful, intelligent, sweet, and loving, and the first woman I could see having a future with. Last week, I was told I’m being laid off from my job at a large media conglomerate. I haven’t told anyone, but I’m feeling increasingly guilty for keeping it a secret from my girlfriend. The thing is, I’m afraid she’ll think less of me, even if she pretends not to. To be honest, I’d rather break up with her than tell her.
Ideally, when you propose a date-night activity, it isn’t a choice between: “We could go to the grocery store and look at all the food we can't afford to buy” or “to the bank with a sawed-off shotgun and a wheelbarrow.”