Dear Abby: I am 23 and my husband is 27. We’ve been married for two years. Since our wedding, I have felt an overwhelming amount of pressure to “settle down and buy a house.”
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Dear Abby: My best friend from school is pregnant. Her baby’s father is practically nonexistent, and she has no other friends besides me and one other person. I am the only one so far who knows about her pregnancy. She hasn’t told her dad and her grandparents because she’s scared they’ll kick her out. She has nowhere to go. My parents have told me to cut her off. What should I do?
Dear Abby: I am engaged to “Tony,” whom I have known since first grade. We live with his mother under the same roof, but in separate rooms. Tony is perfect in every way except one: He’s a restless sleeper.
We’ve had rain and sun, and rain, and the sun will shine again. It always does. Just look to the weekend.
Dear Abby: Help! Facebook is killing my social life. I am wondering if anyone else is having this experience.
Dear Abby: I’m in my 40s and my boyfriend of three years is 12 years older. We are in love and our relationship is great. He travels for work and lives in another state, so he flies in to see my daughter and me every other week. Because he is older, he uses Viagra, and it’s kept at my place in a drawer. I assumed that’s where it was always kept.
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From the rampant ickyness at the Thunderbird Motel to that runaway female prisoner, Aberdeen’s seedy underbelly has supplied some interesting news these last few weeks. These brought to mind other tales from the Harbor’s past that reflect the criminal element and their inability to follow the rules.
Dear Abby: I have been married to “Carla” for 16 years. It’s my second marriage. My problem is I never see her. She has always spent more time with her mother than with me. We see each other for about an hour a day after she returns from her mom’s, usually at 9:45 to 10 p.m.
Dear Abby: I am a divorced woman with a teenaged daughter. I maintain a good relationship with my ex-husband and his family, and still consider them my family.
Dear Abby: I recently started working at the hospital where my husband receives his primary care. One afternoon, out of curiosity, I accessed his medical records. In his file it was noted that he is high risk for STDs. In fact, he was treated for two different ones some years back.
Folks along the beach have gotten quite excited over seeing yards sprouting crocus, homestead locations hosting huge patches of daffodils, having their hearts warmed by the blooming cherry trees at the Hoquiam High School as they head into town, and are joyed by the myriad types of willow along the beach that are showing off pussy willow catkins.
Dear Abby: My husband is a handsome executive who works out of town. I’m a professional with a responsible job that limits my ability to travel.
Dear Abby: Do you know why people nowadays feel the need to announce their pregnancies via ultrasound pictures? I’m sorry, but I really don’t want to see all that. I guess some folks think the image of a blurry, black-and-white fetus is “darling.” But to me, all I see is an up-close-and-personal snapshot of a stranger’s uterus. Even if we’re best friends, I don’t need all that detail. TMI, right?