Erin Khar

He is FINALLY here — our rainbow baby is home.

She’s made all the mistakes, so you don’t have to… Ask Erin is a weekly advice column, in which Erin answers your burning questions about anything at all.

Q.

Hi Erin,

So this one's a little complicated, and I’m not really sure how to explain it without it sounding insane.

My partner and I have been together on and off since we were teenagers, which is now well over half a decade. I love him, and I think that where we are now, I’m probably going to end up with him permanently. This terrifies me.

All of this potential socializing got me thinking about the most challenging types of people I’ve encountered at parties (on a regular basis, sadly). Think of this is as my personal PSA, because you don’t want to be that guy/gal.

Last week, my husband received a Facebook message from a good mutual friend of ours. We are also good friends with her husband. It was basically one long love poem!

I wanted my boyfriend to post pictures with me. I posted pics as well. This might sound childish, but there were always these girls trying to break us up. So, for me, that's how it worked — posting pictures regularly would let them know that we’re still together.

Am I polyamorous? Am I just f*cked up from all the things in my past? Was I just so sexually repressed, that I just need to fulfill this need before I can "settle down" and have a normal relationship?

One could make a reasonable argument that I’ve made some (OK, a lot) of mistakes when it comes to relationships. I’ve been a little…messy. It’s not entirely my fault. I blame Beverly Hills, 90210.

I just had a long-distance relationship abruptly end. I have had relationships end abruptly before and sometimes painfully, but this recent one was different.

I miss my friend (even if I'm glad to be rid of her brother!). Would it be wrong to reach out?

I’ve been in a lesbian relationship for two years. The first six months were amazing. After that, she began pulling away from me in small ways. At first, she gave me fewer compliments. Then, we started having sex less, going out together less, in general spending less time together.