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Dear Ann Landers,
'm a woman past fifty who has given the better part of her life to her job and her company. I was never married, and in a moment you will know why. I am the private secretary to the president of the firm. He is an attrac-tive, well-to-do bachelor sixty-eight years of age. I've been in love with him for twenty-two years, but he is unaware of my feelings. Our relationship has been a close one professionally, and he treats me with the greatest respect. I am well paid and I love my work, but it is becoming increasingly difficult to keep my love for this man disguised. I should have made my feel-ings known years ago, but there is no point in trying to relive the past. Would I be making a fool of myself if I told him now? Yes, I am prepared to leave if he thinks it best.-Old Faithful

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, whatever they needed I provided. What really hurt my son and I the most was the obituary - we were not mentioned at all. Our friends (mine and hers) were appalled. I was embarrassed and upset for not just me, but for my son-who loved her also. I never been so upset. Her x-husband put his wife and kids and their grandchildren in the obituary, who my girlfriend barely knew. They live an hour away from us. I know its silly to be mad over a little section of the newspaper, but it still hurts. Will time let this devastating loss of her and this article ever go away? I am so angry at this whole situation, its not like we can go and rewrite an obituary notice.

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