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Dear Ann Landers,
ill you please tell me why a compli-ment sticks in some people's throat? I know Ben likes chopped herring the way his mother used to fix it. Believe me, it's a lot of trouble to bone and chop a herring, but I do it because I want to please him. Why can't he show a little appreciation when I go out of my way to do something nice? What would it cost him? Last night I said, "Ben, is the chopped herring good?" He answered, "I'm eating it, ain't I?" I said, "Yes, Ben, I can see you're eating it, but is it good?" He answered, "If it isn't good, then I'll tell you." Ben is a wonderful hus-band, but this one fault of his has been eating on me for thirty years. What should I do?-Lucky I Don't Have Ulcers

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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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