When I was around 8 years old, my grandmother started me on Dear Abby, when it was still in an actual newspaper on the same page as the comics. I’d like to think it was my grandma’s way of sharing her own ‘wisdom’ with me, but in reality, it may have also been to give her some peace and quiet while she read everything else. Just as Paul Harvey was the final word to my grandpa, if Dear Abby said “Don’t crack your knuckles!”, that is what grandma would abide by. Trust me, she went with God’s opinion first, but Dear Abby was a CLOSE second. To this day, the first thing I do when I log in to my computer is read the obituaries, then head over to uexpress.com to read my daily dose of Dear Abby. If there is additional time, I check out the other advice columns and always form my own opinions in my head. So, here are those opinions. (Dear Abby’s letter and reply will be in italicized)
Am I expecting too much of my husband? He plays games on his iPad, while I watch tv… Alone.
I had a baby and lost my social friends…