The resolution to Carol’s dilemma! Does she take the poor advice she’s been given by the media? You may be surprised to learn how she behaves. Read below to find out.
Overwhelmed by remorse, Carol set about becoming the perfect wife. She didn’t want a divorce or even a showdown. All she wanted was the exclusive right to her husband. So she was careful not to nag. She flattered her husband whenever she could. She paid less attention to the children, more to him. She went to the beauty parlor, and she bought new clothes. She kept the house spotless. She cooked him succulent dishes.
He was quite pleased with all these pleasant *improvements* in his wife, and went perfectly—except for one little thing. Carol’s husband continued to have fleeting affairs with other women. (Gasp! The succulent dishes weren’t the recipe for faithfulness after all!) no more than before—but also no less. Bitterly disappointed, Carol finally confronted him with evidence of his affairs.
“I’m sorry you had to find out, Carol,” he told her quietly. “I didn’t want you to be hurt. The fact is that love you quite as much as ever. You know that. But I just happen to enjoy a little sexual variety, like any husband. None of these other women means anything to me, and never will. I don’t think you ought to get Victorian about it. It’s simply a fact of married life that wives ought to ignore.” (Yes. That’s what it says.)
Want to know how Carol responds? You gotta click below to find out—and trust me, it’s juicy!
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“A few days ago, my younger sister and I found extremely incriminating evidence that our mom is cheating on our dad. I don’t want to confront her, and I don’t know who I can tell.”
“I check all of my ex’s emails and online accounts. I wish he would change his passwords!”
“Sometimes I wish that I would end up in the hospital, so that I could find out who really cares about me.”
“My husband is cheating on me. I haven’t told anyone and I don’t know how to approach him about it, or if I’m even going to.”
“I HATE being a mom. I never sleep anymore and I can’t go out, read, or watch television without distraction.”
“I have been cheating on my spouse for almost seventeen years with my girlfriend—her cousin.”
Greetings True Readers,
Many of you have been reading my acclaimed advice column Let Letty Help for years in True Romance magazine. I also write The D Files, which also appears in true Romance. The D Files are essays about the life and times of an advice columnist and sexpert. By the telling of my interactions with, and within, my circle of friends and family relationship lessons can be gathered.
For those of you who don’t know my work or me, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Letty Livingston and besides being a stylish and sophisticated girl-about-town, I am a relationship counselor, advice and sex columnist, and an online (and offline) dating coach. I have been dishing the dirt on sex, love and relationships for the better part of a decade; coming to the conclusion that no matter one’s age, gender, geographic, socioeconomic or cultural situation, we all want the same thing; to find and keep the special someone that appreciates us for who we truly are.
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As he pulled the door open and felt the cold air first hit his now warmed skin Peter watched the dogs tear out of the building, as each would make his or her own exit, streams of steaming breath flowed from their gaping mouths. Invigorated now by the cold air the dogs pulled poor John harder than ever. He was out the door in a heartbeat and half way to second ave. In two more.
Peter let the heavy glass door slowly swing back to place as he sauntered out into the brightening morning . Living on the east side of the city was definitely a benefit, Peter thought as he began noticing the beautiful sunrise; which he did every morning provided he wasn’t too hung over or if it was going to rain.
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Overwhelmed by remorse, Carol set about becoming the perfect wife. She didn’t want a divorce or even a showdown. All she wanted was the exclusive right to her husband. So she was careful not to nag. She flattered her husband whenever she could. She paid less attention to the children, more to him. She went to the beauty parlor, and she bought new clothes. She kept the house spotless. She cooked him succulent dishes.
