Good advice for everyone -- teens to seniors -- is in "The Anger in All of Us and How to Deal With It." To order, send a business-sized, self-addressed envelope, plus check or money order for $3.95 ($4.50 in Canada) to: Dear Abby, Anger Booklet, P.O. Box 447, Mount Morris, Ill. 61054-0447. (Postage is included.)
SEX PHOTOS ARE OUT OF SIGHT BUT NOT OUT OF WIFE'S MIND
DEAR ABBY: About a year ago, when I was five months pregnant, I found hidden pictures of my husband and his former girlfriend. These weren't just ordinary pictures -- they were very graphic sex pictures. I was devastated. I thought maybe he had forgotten about them, but when I confronted him, he admitted going down to the basement on occasion to look at them.
I know that he has not even spoken to her for years, so why would he take a chance to keep such pictures hidden in our house?
He is a wonderful husband and a great father to our two children. I really do trust him, but I am still upset a year later.
He has told me over and over that he is sorry, and I have forgiven him, but I just can't get this out of my head. I think about it all the time and have become very insecure.
Please print your reply as opposed to a personal reply, as he may get the mail first and think I am crazy for still having this hang-up. Sign me ... INSECURE
DEAR INSECURE: The timing of your discovery could not have been more unfortunate. But since he hasn't spoken to this woman in years and is a wonderful, trustworthy husband and a great father, you would be wise to quit torturing yourself over the incident. If you feel the need to dwell on something, count your blessings and dwell on them.
DEAR ABBY: I remodel houses for the Veterans Administration. I happen to be female, but I can lay flooring, hang Sheetrock, paint, wallpaper -- anything except electrical wiring.
I make frequent trips to hardware stores and lumberyards. Because I am small, my husband accompanies me to do the lifting and loading. Clerks in these stores frequently ignore me, but offer to help my husband. If I ask a question, the clerks invariably direct their answer to my husband.
Sometimes my husband will tell the clerk to talk to me, and sometimes I step between my husband and the clerk, smile and say, "I am the carpenter and the buying customer." The older male salesclerks are more set in their notions about women doing this kind of work, so I prefer female or young male clerks who are accepting of a female carpenter.
Forgive my bragging, but I also do crossword puzzles in ink. -- LADY CARPENTER IN LOUISIANA
DEAR LADY CARPENTER: Gloria Allred would love you. You have broken the gender barrier, making it easier for other women to go where females formerly feared to tread. More power to you!
DEAR READERS: About 20 years ago, a man named Howard Singer came to my office to repair a television set. Observing all the mail that was being handled by my small staff of secretaries, he said, "My wife would be perfect for such a job; she was a top-notch secretary for many years."
"Have her stop by the office for an interview," I suggested. Well, to make a long story short, Sylvia stopped by. I interviewed her, and gave her about a dozen letters to answer -- and the sample was ample!
Sylvia Singer had uncommon common sense and wit, and she was a marvelous addition to the Dear Abby staff until she retired four years ago.
She passed away on Feb. 8 -- leaving a brokenhearted husband and a small army of friends and admirers, including me.
MAN ON THRESHOLD OF MARRIAGE WONDERS IF THIS LOVE IS REAL
DEAR ABBY: I am a 23-year-old man and I have been dating a wonderful woman my age for three years. We have a great relationship and rarely disagree. I love her for the time we have spent, the experiences we've had and the bond we share.
The problem is that we're at the age when a great many of our friends are married or getting married. I have a feeling that she could see herself married to me, but I have always had a difficult time picturing myself with her for the rest of my life.
I come from a family that has experienced two divorces, which makes me feel very strongly that I do not want to enter into marriage unless I'm absolutely committed and sure it will be 'til death do us part. Also, I have always subscribed to the belief that when you're in love and want to get married, there should be very little doubt that this is something you want to do. I have doubts.
I guess I'm wondering if there isn't someone out there I'm missing, and I don't want to rush into anything that I could regret forever. At the same time, there is nothing better than having someone who cares for you and for whom you care -- it's just not how I imagined things would be.
Am I living in a fairy-tale world, or is there a real love out there, one where there are no doubts? Everyone I know would probably say we have a good relationship and should stay together. I'm interested in what you and your readers might have to say. How do you define love? -- CONFUSED HEART IN MANHATTAN, KAN.
DEAR CONFUSED HEART: When in doubt, don't. Your girlfriend may be hurt at first, but you would be doing her a favor. She will not be happy with a man who doesn't truly love her, and the sooner you set her free, the sooner she can begin healing so she can look for someone who will love her.
To answer your question about the definition of love, I will summarize what I tell my teen readers in the booklet I wrote for them:
"To ask if it is love indicates doubt. Love is sure, and is built on inner realities. Love means liking a person as well as loving. Love is giving, not taking. It is wanting the best for the one you love. Love is on the go. It makes you want to charge out into the world and do, as well as think, big. It doesn't keep you inert, daydreaming and cooped up with only one person.
"Love wants to share. To the one you love, you give your thoughts and your dreams. A new happiness comes with sharing them.
"Mature love is honest and open. As time goes by and you learn more about the object of your affections, your love seems to grow stronger."
When love meets these criteria, then you can be pretty sure it is "real," and then you will want to make plans for the future.
CONFIDENTIAL TO "STRUGGLING STUDENT IN NEW HAVEN": "What matters today is not the difference between those who believe and those who do not believe, but the difference between those who care and those who don't." -- Abbe Pire
What teens need to know about sex, drugs, AIDS, and getting along with peers and parents is in "What Every Teen Should Know." To order, send a business-sized, self-addressed envelope, plus check or money order for $3.95 ($4.50 in Canada) to: Dear Abby, Teen Booklet, P.O. Box 447, Mount Morris, Ill. 61054-0447. (Postage is included.)
Heads Up Reaction at Crime Scene Results in Falling Down
DEAR ABBY: A few days ago here in Eugene, a woman was abducted from a small one-employee store. She was forced at gunpoint into the gunman's vehicle. It is unlikely she will ever again be seen alive.
Here is a suggestion that could possibly save lives under these circumstances:
Fall down! That's right -- fall down. And stay down. Anything is better than getting into a thug's vehicle and vanishing. Very few men are capable of lifting a limp body and putting it into a vehicle. And a few screams might help, too. -- MR. HOLLY K. ROBINSON, EUGENE, ORE.
DEAR HOLLY: I checked with the police, who said that in general, "playing 'possum" -- going limp or pretending to faint -- can be an effective way to keep from being taken from "crime scene A" to "crime scene B." The police stressed that one should avoid getting into a perpetrator's vehicle if at all possible. Calling attention to the crime by screaming or crying for help can also scare off some assailants.
They cautioned, however, that every crime situation is unique. The unfortunate store employee had no options, but usually the best way to avoid becoming a victim is to stay alert in the first place.
DEAR ABBY: I was suddenly awakened to the fact that nowhere else did I see or hear of George Washington on Feb. 22, except for reading the heading of your column, "Happy Birthday, George."
It made me stop and think about what has happened to our country when we overlook respectful recognition in exchange for our three-day holiday weekend. It's a sad day for us when we fail to even mention the birthday of the father of our country.
Abby, your "Happy Birthday, George" revived my proud-to-be-an-American spirit, so I hung my American flag out on the balcony of my apartment for all to see. Thank you, Abby, for reminding me and many others, I hope, of our precious American heritage. -- JACK R. ROBINSON, KENNEWICK, WASH.
DEAR JACK ROBINSON: Thank you for your thank-you. Perhaps some formerly forgetful folks will remember to mark their calendars at the beginning of 1998 that on Feb. 12 we honor Abraham Lincoln and on the 22nd we honor George -- and President's Day honors them both.
DEAR READERS: Earlier this month, an incorrect address for ordering "PLEASE CALL POLICE" banners for your car was printed. The post office box number contained an error, and the shipping and handling cost was omitted.
The post office has assured me that orders mailed to the incorrect box number will be forwarded to the correct one, and WCIL has agreed to ship those orders without the $1 for shipping and handling. (One banner is shipped as a premium for a $5 donation, plus one banner per each additional $4.)
In the future, please send your orders to: WCIL, P.O. Box 92501, Los Angeles, Calif. 90009, and include $1 per order for shipping and handling.
To receive a collection of Abby's most memorable -- and most frequently requested -- poems and essays, send a business-sized, self-addressed envelope, plus check or money order for $3.95 ($4.50 in Canada) to: Dear Abby's "Keepers," P.O. Box 447, Mount Morris, Ill. 61054-0447. (Postage is included.)