Dear Ann Landers, aving been happily married for 34 years, I have tried to set a good example for my four sons, all under age 30. Unfortunately, I have watched two of their marriages end in divorce. Our grandchildren were the real losers. I know there are two sides to every story, but from the very begin-ning, there were signs that those marriages were not going to work. I try not to prejudge the women my sons go out with, but after meeting several of their dates, I decided to give them some advice. En-closed is a copy of a letter I gave to each of my sons. If you run it in your column, it might help other young men make better choices. -Dad in Anaheim, Calif.
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Dear Readers, , the less energy a man has left for romance. The 8-to-5’er leaves his troubles at the office or at the garage or the store. But the aggressive young guy who is clawing his way up is a dif-ferent story. He has to have eyes in the back of his head to see who is trying to knife him. Every decision must be right because one wrong move could land him out on the street. Organizational footwork can leave a guy completely drained. So what happens? He comes home exhausted, and his wife considers it a personal insult if he doesn’t become instantly aroused at the sight of her bending over the kitchen stove. If she should suggest something, and he says he’s too tired, she locks herself in the bathroom and cries for hours. She is positive (a) he no longer loves her, (b) her life as a woman is finished, (c) he has another dame someplace. It has always struck me as interesting that a woman has the bom right to be too tired, but a man-never! So, what happens to the husband who struggles to get ahead and isn’t sure he’s making it? His wife lets him know he isn’t making it at home either, and he becomes doubly depressed. More conflict, more guilt, more anxiety-and finally total incapacitation. You won’t print this letter because you always take the woman’s side, but I feel better for having written it. Now you can throw it on the floor, babe. Thanks. -Wall Street Warrior