To all those writing in, 'yeah, we DO hate you mommies!'... you should take a moment to think what being on the other end feels like.

I am 38 weeks pregnant after a 6 year struggle with infertility and numerous losses. In the end, I had to make the heartbreaking, but in the end, welcome decision to conceive using donor eggs.

To anyone else, I look like you're 'typical' pregnant woman. No one has any idea what I've been through, both emotionally and financially, to get here. Not to mention my husband.

The other day, waiting in line at the UPS store, I had apparently taken the spot of a woman who had stepped OUT of line to go through her mail. She hastily grabbed her pile of mail and waltzed right in front of me, without so much a word as to why she felt she deserved to cut in front of me. It wasn't so much her cutting that irked me, but the way she stared at my belly. Like I can help that I am visibly very pregnant? It wasn't like I was standing there rubbing my belly or something. I could feel the animosity coming from her. I could also feel the guilt. You could literally see her justifying her rudeness in her head. I didn't say a word but let her stew in her dysfunction.

Pregnant, especially near term pregnant, DO deserve a break. We are tired. We hurt everywhere. Our hemorrhoids are screaming and we need to pee. Badly. No, no one forced this on us, but good lord, where's the kindness? Where's the good will towards fellow man? Where is CIVILITY?

Those of you who revel in demonstrating just how much you 'don't care' that we are pregnant are showing much more than that, believe me.

Welcome to it. It does attract the nut jobs, that's for sure. In the 5 years or so that we've lived in an HOA-run building we've encountered similar craziness to yours. I had a member of the board of our fine HOA go ballistic, sprout some big wings and flap them all over the place when I had the audacity to suggest that one of the neighbors who allowed vines to grow on a wall which then FELL AND SCRATCHED MY CAR should be responsible and pay for it. And not let the vines grow again. Her response? She immediately started screaming about me suing and how it would only be suing myself. The idiot vine grower's response? It was an 'Act of God'... um, there were employees trimming the vine the day before they fell, how could that be an Act of God?

The above is only one story. I'll spare you the story of the unit owner who moved out and allowed a frickin' illegal CASINO/NIGHTCLUB to open up in the unit next to ours. Except to say that when we first complained, we were told that WE were the crazy ones.

Condo Living is not for everyone. And honestly, I'll never do it again. We're holding on to our place until the market turns. Will possibly keep it for an investment, but we'll see. Dealing with our laughably incompetent HOA is enough to make us want to sell now, but we're not going to let it get to us.

And THAT is the secret of Condo Living: if you let them get to you, you are sunk. You will be miserable. My advice? Follow all the rules, pay your association dues, etc. Smile politely in the hallway if you must, but stay the hell away from your condo neighbors. Have your own social life and simply delude yourself that you're actually living in a condo. Otherwise, you're in for years of agony.

Once we realized that ignoring our neighbors was not only feasible but actually very healthy, things got a lot better for us. We were disappointed when we realized what we'd bought into. We expected community, nay, perchance a bit of camaraderie...? We got none of that, and worse.

Lower your expectations of Condo Living and you'll do just fine.

Good luck!

Get your head out of your a$$, this guy is bad news. Do a cure, go to a commune, do whatever, but LOSE this guy, fast.

If your heart is telling you that a cheating, lying, drifting scoundrel is the one for you, you need some serious help.

Life is short; do not suffer fools lightly or you'll end up one yourself.

You're just considering marriage in your 30s. What about children? Because, hate to tell you, but you're running out of time for both.

If you don't know who Don Draper is, watch Mad Men, from episode 1. It might open your eyes to Mr. Wrong.

Handwriting all over it. I'd freshen up my resume if I were you, because if he can do his job AND yours, you're not going to be there for long.

He sounds like he could be an over-achiever, and possibly even one of those psycho co-workers who looks like a superstar to management but makes everyone else's life hell. He shouldn't be doing your job, but he is. What is that?

I run my own creative agency, and I've worked in big ones... the politics are vicious, so don't kid yourself. It ain't about being nice and fair. But you've worked there 15 years; that should be obvious to you by now.

Personally, I'd be shopping for new work digs, and pronto. Don't wait until the shadow of the ax looms over your shoulder.