The day the friendship died.

Dear Amy: My husband and I are retired. We have a good life in a city that we moved to about seven years ago. We’ve been able to make lots of friends. I’m so pleased by the variety of people in our friend group. What I’m not pleased about is that one of my dearestContinue reading “The day the friendship died.”

Honesty is overrated!

Dear Amy: My mother and my brother keep bringing up trips they want to take with us. I’ve been on trips with them before, and I’m never going to go again. Both of them are prone to explosive meltdowns that are excruciating to be part of. I can handle them for a short evening, butContinue reading “Honesty is overrated!”

Are we being too honest in response to polite questions?

DEAR ABBY: I recently contracted coronavirus and had a difficult time recovering. It has been three months, and I am still suffering from long-term aftereffects. When my co-workers and supervisors ask how I’m feeling and I tell them, they almost immediately downplay my response. Some of them ignore my response and tell me, “Oh, that’sContinue reading “Are we being too honest in response to polite questions?”

Never overassert yourself!

Dear Amy: I have recently started (online) therapy. After only a few sessions I feel comfortable with her and hope to establish a good relationship in order to work through some old traumas. During our last session, she suggested I read a recent self-help book and follow the exercises. The author of the book relatesContinue reading “Never overassert yourself!”

Not at my level.

Do you all know that guy I liked who lives in Thailand? Well, he just dumped me, although I don’t think that’s the right word. I finally asked him if he wanted to be friends with me, because I was confused by his sporadic communication and his tendency to answer my messages without ever initiatingContinue reading “Not at my level.”

It all happens at the post office.

So, I went back to the post office once I realized that I’d reversed The Bounty Hunter’s address. It wasn’t 1415 but 1514. Go figure. And the guy who works there was ONCE AGAIN obviously happy to see me, happier than most people ever are, okay? He was leaning toward me, all smiles, even thoughContinue reading “It all happens at the post office.”

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