DEAR ABBY: Like many others, I never pictured myself writing to you. However, recently I read the letters from women complaining about their husbands. Their complaints ranged from the left-up toilet seats to toothpaste caps to kissing with their eyes open.
I have finally reached my limit. My husband died unexpectedly in May of 1997. Our third child was born a month later. I am 37 and our other two children are 7 and 4. Abby, I would gladly overlook a left-up toilet seat and cap the toothpaste tube every day for the rest of my life to have my husband here. I would kiss him with eyes closed, open, or standing on my head if I could.
To all you women with your petty complaints, I say, "Get a life, get a grip and get grateful!" And just for the record, my husband did not leave the seat up, he capped the toothpaste, and he was an incredible cook who had dinner on the table when I came home from work. -- GRIEVING IN NEW YORK