Your Turn

In a feature I call “Your Turn,” in which you, the readers, get to answer the question, I’m presenting the following letter without commentary from me: My husband and I have been married about two years, and everything has been going great except for one big area recently: his friends. We went to the same college and met there; as a result we have a lot of the same friends, so when I say his friends, I also consider them mine as well. I love them, they were in our wedding, we have great memories together, etc. Three male friends in particular happen to live in the city we moved to last…

New readers, welcome to Dear Wendy, a relationship advice blog. Read some of the most popular Dear Wendy posts here. If you don’t find the info you need in this column, please visit the Dear Wendy archives or the forums (you can even start your own thread), do a search in the search bar, or submit a question for advice at wendy(AT)dearwendy.com. In a feature I call “Your Turn,” in which you, the readers, get to answer the question, I’m presenting the following letter without commentary from me: I’m 40 years old and I’ve been married 11 years now. Throughout that time, my wife has ALWAYS resisted dressing up in something sexy…

New readers, welcome to Dear Wendy, a relationship advice blog. Read some of the most popular Dear Wendy posts here. If you don’t find the info you need in this column, please visit the Dear Wendy archives or the forums (you can even start your own thread), do a search in the search bar, or submit a question for advice at wendy(AT)dearwendy.com. In a feature I call “Your Turn,” in which you, the readers, get to answer the question, I’m presenting the following letter without commentary from me: My boyfriend and I have been together for about six months, and apart from a few difficulties here and there he is a wonderful…

In a feature I call “Your Turn,” in which you, the readers, get to answer the question, I’m presenting the following letter without commentary from me: My first serious boyfriend and I broke up about two weeks ago (I’m 17 and he’s 19). He did it because he thought I was going to break up with him, but I wasn’t. I know that’s not a lie because that’s the reason he gave his best friend who later told me. I really loved him, and he led me to believe that he loved me too. The day after we broke up, he started dating this other girl, let’s call her “Rachael,” and it…

In a feature I call “Your Turn,” in which you, the readers, get to answer the question, I’m presenting the following letter without commentary from me: Here is the situation. I am going to make it short and to the point. For almost a year and a half a guy whom I worked with would always ask me to hang out with him after work but it was very rare when I would hang out with him. The reason was that I had just gotten out of a relationship before starting to work for this company, and I was so upset and not ready to be around people in general. One day…

My ex-boyfriend and I dated for eight months and we were completely in love, but we had some problems. I had lost my mom to suicide two months prior to meeting him and I was a go-go dancer trying to get back in college. When I first met him, I let him know all of that and he was cool with it. Two months into us dating I went through his text messages and found out that during a weekend he said he was away in another state visiting family he really was at his house with a girl he invited from his home town to visit him. I confronted him and…

I’ve answered variations of this letter quite a few times already, so now I’ll let you guys tackle it: I grew up on the East Coast and moved to the West Coast for a two-year master’s program. It was there that I fell in love, and after almost a year of being with the greatest guy I moved with him to another part of the country where he was matched to be for his internal medicine residency program. We will be here for three years, and I have been here for six months so far. The problem is that nearly all my friends and family are on the East Coast, and I…