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The first trial to come out of the Yearning for Zion Ranch raid kicks off this week. Raymond Merril Jessop will stand trial for one count of sexual assault, a first-degree felony, for allegedly having sex with his 16-year-old wife. If convicted, Jessop could serve to up to 20 years. He also faces bigamy charges in a separate trial. This was (and still is) such a fascinating story with so many interesting angles.

Though I'll admit I was more obsessed with the pioneer-pompadour hairdos of the FLDS women than almost any other detail, I'm still not sure what I think overall. I'm definitely against child marriage in any form. But I'm not so sure I really care about bigamy. It seems like it would be a horrible headache for both men and women, but I'm not positive it should be a crime.

I look forward to hearing your arguments, whether they be for or against. I guess the part that really bothers me is the misogynistic undertones -- why don't any of these religious cults ever have one wife and multiple husbands?

What do you think? Is bigamy a clear-cut crime -- or should it fall under the banner of religious freedom?

Worst case scenario: He's totally freaked out about marriage (hey, you did have more sex when you were dating) and is pulling away physically because he's having trouble handling it like a man emotionally. If you think this is the case, talk to him about it. Walking around your house all quiet and not touching each other is only going to build more tension, and all he might really need is a couple laps in the therapy pool. That being said, it's way more likely that his lack of affection is due to some other change in his life. Maybe he's feeling down in the dumps about work, or perhaps he's put on a few pounds and thinks you're not attracted to him. Do yourself a favor: Put on some lingerie, tell him he's the sexiest man alive, and see what happens. I bet you'll change your mind.

You're probably not sitting on a sandy beach, daiquiri in hand, as you read this, so yes -- the honeymoon is over. The good news: That doesn't mean you have to stop showing affection for your partner (or accepting less from him). He might not be as cuddly as he was once upon a time, but what about you? For fear of sounding like a 1950s housewife manual, are you pulling your weight in the Private Displays of Affection department? If you set the tone, he'll probably follow. So send him flirty texts during the day. Turn that peck on the cheek into an intro for full-on foreplay (or more). Whisper in his ear how sexy he looks as he heads out the door. Chances are, you guys are just going through somewhat of a transition period and need to find where you fit in on the affection spectrum.

What about you? Have you ever had to pull your significant other out of a rut? How did you get the spark back?

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If you had asked me about financial togetherness six months ago, I would have told you that I was in favor of maintaining a big, fat gray area. Back then, Jack and I kept all of our money separate. We each had our own bank accounts (at different banks!), our own credit cards, and split household bills down the middle. I enjoyed not having to disclose the details of each and every frivolous purchase to Jack. Not that I make a ton, but we are renovating an old house together and I do have a bit of a French chandelier problem -- thanks to eBay.

I think Jack would have agreed. Even though we knew where 95 percent of each other's money was going, we enjoyed the 5 percent that was sort of our own business. We liked maintaining a little autonomy. But all that changed three months ago, when Jack was suddenly stricken with a life-threatening case of Lyme disease. In the ICU, he was incoherent when conscious, and I worried that his high fever might have caused permanent neurological damage. It was also the first of the month, and I realized that all of his monthly bills would have to be paid. So I went through his wallet and called each credit card company and bank in an attempt to stave off disaster.

Since I had no official permission to access any of his accounts, the process was a nightmare to say the least. If I’d had a list of Jack's passwords, I could have handled it all online. If Jack and I’d had joint checking, I could have monitored his bank balances. But until Jack's illness, we'd been thinking like children. It was time to wake up and grow up. Luckily, Jack recovered quickly enough to be released from the hospital after two weeks. And as soon as he was strong enough to venture out into the world, we opened a joint checking account.

We haven't combined everything, but we have shared enough information that we can now access each other's accounts in case of emergency. To me, this was just another area where we had to step up to the next level of partnership. Obviously, we are learning as we go.

What about you guys? Do you have a contingency plan in case of a catastrophic situation? Or are you already so financially intertwined that this would be a complete non-issue?

I thought I’d respond to Lala 1’s question as well, since I was inundated with comments during that time. I have to admit, they got to me more than they did Jack. Even though I was sure he was the one for me -- when friends would tell me that he was wasting my youth (yep, they'd really say that), that he was going to suck up all my beauty and vitality and vanish into the night like some kind of Nosferatu (okay, now I'm embellishing), it would scare the crap out of me. Read More

So even though my gut told me all was well, it's not always easy to quiet the voice of insecurity. In those moments I'd think, Am I an idiot? Am I just fooling myself? Luckily, I could talk to Jack about it. Yeah, he knew that I was ready before he was, but there's just no rushing that man. Plus, his family has a zero divorce rate, while mine has 100 percent. So I couldn't help thinking that his serious (and super-slow) approach might actually be the better way to go. I mean, what did I know?

On the more humorous side of the comment spectrum, after about five years, my father grew tired of introducing Jack as my boyfriend. I guess he thought it didn't properly convey the level of commitment we shared. So during one of our visits, he began introducing Jack as my "partner." Finally, I had to say, "Dad, we're not lesbians." It was hilarious.

Obviously we got through it. But I'll admit -- comments can really sting. What are the worst (or funniest) comments that you ever got?