Dear Abby: My husband and I were chatting recently and the subject of sperm donation came up. He surprised me by saying he’s vehemently against it, and then compared it to selling your body as in prostitution. He also mentioned he thinks it’s disgusting because any kids we would potentially have might end up dating their half-siblings. We let the issue drop, but Abby, I have a secret.
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Dear Abby: I’ve been married more than 20 years and have three children. What I haven’t had is a real desire for sex — nor have I ever had, as far as I know, an orgasm. Before my wedding, my mother warned me that sex was overblown, uncomfortable and messy, but she said I had to put up with it if I wanted kids and a good marriage.
Dear Abby: My husband and I have two daughters whom we have taught to use good manners. We are proud that they always remember to use their “pleases” and “thank yous” and many people have commented how polite they are.
Dear Abby: I am a 14-year-old girl, and my friend “Leah” is out of control. She has been going down the wrong path since sixth grade. She is what people call “emo.”
F lo, the 80-plus-going-on-45-year-old mother-in-law, did a respectable job of being respectful. She managed to straighten up Tom and Jolie’s house, and wash the dishes and wipe up a few things and do a little bit of miscellaneous housework (that created the illusion of order — after all, she was a Mom) without opening much of anything that might not be any of her business — and she did NOT “snoop!”
Dear Abby: I have been estranged from my sister for four years. She lives across the country, so it hasn’t been difficult to hold a grudge. Either because I’m turning 50 this year, or maybe it’s old-fashioned guilt, I have been feeling the right thing to do is to make amends.
Dear Abby: I am a full-time working woman, part-time student and new wife to an incredible husband. We’re in our mid-20s and have been living together for a year, but I have a problem that I’m still unsure about.
The Rev. J. Kerry Presnell, First Christian Church of Platte City, Mo.: I have always found it interesting how people of various religions interpret or “choose”’ certain Scriptures or passages to justify their actions.
Dear Abby: My fiance, “Jerry,” has a daughter-in-law who flashes both of us intimate parts of her body. At a recent gathering, she went down to the floor 2 feet away from where Jerry was sitting and gave us both a full view up her dress. Abby, she did it deliberately!
Dear Abby: My wife has stage 4 breast cancer. She is only 51, and our most optimistic prognosis is three to four more years. Our children, 15 and 16, understand her disease, but don’t really have a sense of how much longer we all have together.
Dear Abby: My twin brother is an alcoholic and homeless. He has never held a job. Although we have drifted apart, he still contacts me when he needs money, guilt trips me about not having a place to go, and once even faked a drug overdose to get my attention. I have helped him many times, but he always goes back to his old ways.
Back in the waning years of the 19th century when Aberdeen was growing into more than a muddy clearing and the timber trade was taking hold, it became a target for the lazy and indolent. At that time there were plenty of jobs available and little excuse to be unemployed which led in 1897 to the city fathers passing Ordinance 140 concerning vagrants and providing the punishment thereof.
We all have our ways of emerging into “today,” particularly if we aren’t assaulted by an alarm.
Dear Abby: My birthday was last week and my boyfriend gave me $100 cash to spend on myself. I ended up spending the money on groceries for the both of us and on gas.
Insurance is funny. You pay good money for something you hope and pray you will never need. And the more you pay for it, likely the more you hope you won’t need it – like flood insurance.