The woman is a wife of 14 years. She feels guilty, even as she tells me she has yet to do anything wrong. She feels guilty because she is drawn to the attention and desire of a man who is not her husband.
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D ear Abby: About a year ago, I stopped seeing a man I’ll call “Vince.” Since then he has been stalking me. He sends me texts with photos he took of us while we were dating, but distorts them to make me look like I’m stabbing him in the heart. He sends videos with my head on a dancing Barbie doll. My neighbors tell me they see him drive past my house. (He lives across town.) I refuse to talk to him now because he scares me.
Dear Abby: I thought I was a healthy 40-year-old until I was diagnosed with high blood pressure. My doctor began treating it as a stand-alone condition, without considering that high blood pressure is a major risk factor for kidney disease.
Dear Abby: My son is almost 3. He is the light of my life. I love him more than I can describe, but sometimes I can’t handle his energy. We carefully monitor how much sugar he eats and we are sure his diet is not what’s causing the problem. Mostly I think he is just a rowdy little boy.
D ear Abby: What can I do about a child I see in an automobile who is hanging out the window when she passes my house? The child is around 4 years old.
In the early 1900s through the 1920s, Grays Harbor was one of the world’s busiest seaports. Longshoremen werer kept busy loading lumber for shipment around the world — shipments that would go nowhere without the pilot tugs that guided the schooners and steamers across the bar at the mouth of Grays Harbor. Of the dozens of tugs that worked the Harbor, one of the most storied was the John Cudahy .
Hoquiam’s Mayor Jack Durney, a longtime insurance broker, has a unique point of view on how changing flood insurance rates might affect our community.
I know a lot about Alzheimer’s and dementia because I’m very smart — just ask me, and I’ll be glad to tell you how smart I am.
Dear Abby: As a child, I was sexually, physically and mentally abused. As an adult, I suffered several miscarriages and two of my children died as infants. I have two living children, ages 9 and 16. It should be no surprise that I turned to food for comfort; I ate myself to a whopping 420 pounds.
When I was in kindergarten, Stevie Duffy was my nemesis. I’m astonished, actually, that I still remember his name. And his face. And his voice. But it’s all quite keen in my mind.
Dear Abby: “Still Alive in San Diego” (Nov. 22) said she reads the obituaries every day and feels somehow disappointed when she doesn’t see a name she recognizes. She asked if it was “weird” and you told her yes, that it seemed like a lack of empathy.
Dear Abby: My 13-year-old daughter, “Lizzie,” continues to talk to a 14-year-old boy who is very controlling and abusive to her. I made her stop talking to him, took away her cellphone privileges, and tried to show her how wrong he was for her and that she was going to wind up very hurt.
Well, Dorothy, you are not on the old North Beach anymore, to paraphrase a famous movie line from the Wizard of Oz. Things they are a changin’.
D ear Abby: I’m a single mother of a beautiful 2-year-old daughter. I have always pictured myself as a mom of four little princesses. When I fantasized about having children, I imagined fairy tales, ballet, cheerleading, dress-up, tea parties — all girl things.