“My Husband Wants Me To Dress Better”
“I’ve been married for about six months. I love my husband and though we generally get along very well, we are still getting used to each other’s quirks…”
“I’ve been married for about six months. I love my husband and though we generally get along very well, we are still getting used to each other’s quirks…”
“I have been dating a man for about nine months now. We met on Match, had instant chemistry and have been thoroughly enjoying each other…”
This letter is from a recent Dear Prudence column and it makes me uncomfortable. I came home early from work on Friday to the unexpected sound of the vacuum cleaner running in my 12-year-old son’s room. Thinking that perhaps this was a sign of the apocalypse — my son cleaning his room without major nagging on my part — I burst in there and caught him with his pants down and the hose attachment attached to his, well, you know. He froze like a deer in the headlights and, after picking my jaw up off the floor, I mumbled something stupid like “excuse me” and turned around and walked out and hid…
“My father died a year and a half ago, and I’m having difficulty deciding how – or whether – to uphold a relationship with my dad’s last wife, “Charlene.”
“I have been with my boyfriend for almost three years now, and the only thing we ever really argue about is when it comes time to hang out with his friends.”
“My fiancé, “John,” and I are in our early 30s and getting married in two months. John has been friends with his buddy “Justin” for years – since they were kids.”
“I met my fiancé when he visited the states from Europe. We fell in love fast and started a LDR with visits to see each other three times a year. “
“I’m getting married next summer and we’re getting ready to start handing out the Save the Dates. My concern is whom among my co-workers I should invite.”
“We have been dating for two years. He has met my friends, my parents, my children, but I have still not met his daughters whom he gets every other week.”
I’ve been married for a little over 18 years. It was a very rough start. We were your typical young stupid kids who jumped into marriage. We fought a lot. He would yell and get drunk often, etc., etc. As a few years passed, things would get better, but not completely. After I had our second child, I hated the thought of kissing him, much less having sex with him. As I think back now, I probably had post-partum depression. He used this time to go out till all hours and come home screaming about what a bad wife I was. One particular time (as I will never forget) the fight was…
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