Married—but thrilled at reconnecting with her first love
Dear Emily, I married my one and only boyfriend—though he was not my first love. My first love was my crush in the elementary grade. He courted me on and
March 22, 2015
Dear Emily, I married my one and only boyfriend—though he was not my first love. My first love was my crush in the elementary grade. He courted me on and
WHEN did I slip from matron to elderly? It seems like only yesterday that cousin Ninit and I were playing a game composing the next day’s headlines in case misfortune
A 51-year-old widow shares, “My husband, who died some years ago, was a very strict, conservative guy. In fact, he was my first kiss until we got married.”
My wife and I are both OFWs. We are now in the process of annulling our marriage. My wife got very angry when she saw photographs of me and a particular woman on Facebook. She is a neighbor in the building I live in and we have pictures partying together.
For the most part, I agree with the advice you give. However, I must disagree when, sometime ago, you suggested to “let sleeping dogs lie” in answer to the question whether a parent should admit to an infidelity. Likewise, you advised another letter writer to keep the news of her affair with a younger man a secret from her husband.
Reviewing my journals from 1994 onwards, I found interesting gems. The following is supposed to be a nonsexist “Our Father” which a group of us tried to choreograph into movement.
My main problem is why I am still single. I am 23 years old, gay, chubby, tall and fair, though not a stunningly good-looking person.
I recently had a spiritual conversation with someone who has been going through a major crossroads in his life. It was a fruitful conversation, and clearly his journey for almost a year now has led him to a moment of choice.
I’m no risk taker. I don’t gamble. I don’t play the market. I like solid and long-term investments; they’re safer—like, say, real estate, where, even then, my capital is limited to a home and another piece to keep and sell for a profit when the time comes.
Through the years I have developed a longer vision. And now, in my 70s, it seems sharper than ever; I can see things through to their best endings, even before I can be any closer to them. This must be what I’ve heard called “the confidence of age.”
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