DEAR ABBY: I’m a 47-year-old man. I live alone in a small city in New York. I have a good job. I have been with the company for years and my bosses take good care of me.
DEAR ABBY: This is something I can’t talk about in my grief support group. I’m a 70-year-old widow. I lost my dear husband of 35 years 17 months ago. I always was more sexual than he was.
DEAR ABBY: I was in a relationship for 12 years. “Jenny” was my best friend. I had to end our relationship because she had allowed her mother to destroy it.
DEAR ABBY: My elderly father’s dearest friend committed suicide yesterday. He shot himself in the head. The family wasn’t even aware that he was depressed.
DEAR ABBY: I’ve been dating a wonderful woman for two years.