DEAR CHERYL: I met a wonderful man over the summer. He has a great job and is very responsible. He has taken me out to dinner and has treated me like a first-class lady.
What works financially when a couple first marries often doesn't work any more when things like children and illness happen.
We recently heard from some current and former Chicago police officers who refuted the study that said a prostitute was more likely to have sex with a cop than be arrested by one.
A reader called Torn wrote in recently about her husband and his raging behavior on the weekends. I gave her my advice. Many of you gave her your advice. Here's Torn to tell us how it's going:
Italy has always been one of the most romantic countries in the world. But Gloria! This is ridiculous!
DEAR CHERYL: I went online to find a friend with benefits. I didn't want to get serious at this stage in my life. I got responses from a lot of freakos, then I actually found one man whom I wanted to meet. The sparks flew! We had a few very nice evenings, and then what do you think happened? We actually became great friends!
I'm getting beaten up by women who strongly disagree with my advice to Torn. She's the woman, married for seven years, who has a 2-year-old, another on the way and a verbally abusive husband.
Just who are the boys in blue protecting? And who's getting serviced?
DEAR CHERYL: I'm 50. Rory is 32. The age difference is shocking, but we've been together for two years. He was living at home when we met. We argued about it repeatedly, and he eventually found a "temporary" apartment. It was the first one he looked at, in a crappy neighborhood, three flights up, basically a dump, but at least he made a move.
The cyber world is really no different than the real world. It's filled with weirdos, bizarros, scammers and slobs. But every now and then you come across a caramel-toting keeper.
Martha called herself a spinster widow. Marty, the man she lived with for eight years, died suddenly in 2003.
DEAR CHERYL: My husband and I have taken care of my daughter's son since he was born. We love him, and he adores us. He's now 3. We put him in classes, took him to the park and to carnivals, and made sure he played with other children. But we had a falling-out with her, and now she only lets us see the boy one day a week.
