DEAR ABBY: I found a box of Viagra in my husband's pants pocket while I was sorting the laundry. The box had a prescription label with the date and his name printed on it.
My husband and I share the same bed, but have not been intimate for more than 15 years. Our marriage is a marriage of convenience, not love. We are barely civil to each other.
From experience, I know that if I confront him, he will lie and fabricate a story. This is the second time in five years that I have found Viagra. Where do I go from here? -- ANGRY BEYOND WORDS, OTTAWA, CANADA
DEAR ANGRY BEYOND WORDS: The first place you should go is somewhere quiet, where you can cool your anger and ask yourself some important questions:
(1) Why have I tolerated a loveless marriage of convenience for more than 15 years?
(2) Am I better off with this man or without him?
Once you have answered those questions you will know whether to consult a marriage counselor or a lawyer.
P.S. Freud said there is no such thing as an "accident." If you decide to reveal to your husband that you found the stash he left in his pocket, would you please let me know what kind of lies he fabricates? I'm sure my readers are as curious as I am about what kind of story he can come up with.