I dont think my marriage will survive my dream…
DEAR ABBY: I have just retired and need to spend the summer time taking a long street journey from Florida to Alaska and back. I’ve dreamed about it all my life and finally have the time and money to do it.
My husband hates long street journeys, and I don’t need to take him. He can be depressing and make me depressing in the method. Further, he has a record of calls for—no more than six hours of driving per day, a good lodge every evening slightly than tenting out, which I favor, and leasing a gas-guzzling SUV slightly than my energy-efficient midsized car—that would triple the quantity of time and money this will price. I suspect some or all of his calls for are passive-aggressive because he actually doesn’t need the journey to occur.
I perceive my husband not wanting to sit at home alone for six weeks while I get pleasure from myself photographing bears, moose and elk in the Yukon Territory, and I do fear about his means to take care of himself and the home. Honestly, though, I’m not sure our marriage might survive this journey. I’m critically contemplating just sneaking out the door and sending him postcards. Any concepts? — SOLO TRAVELER
DEAR SOLO TRAVELER: This is your dream journey. If you don’t go, or if you let your husband spoil it with his calls for and complaints, you will end up resenting him. You don’t need to sneak out. Instead, go away detailed instructions on caring for the homestead, and organize for a buddy or member of the family to test in on him usually while you’re away. If you set him up for success, you gained’t come home to a pile of smoking rubble or a steaming husband.
DEAR ABBY: I have been in cancer treatment for the past 10 years. I have infusions, month-to-month MRI and CT scans, six docs and 9 drugs. No one other than my psychologist ever asks me how I am. I do look OK, so even my mom never asks. My sister overheard Mom ask my other sister to discover out what I’m doing to my hair. My hair seems thicker because it grew to become coarse due to the chemo.
I don’t need to be a crybaby, but I would recognize it if somebody just acknowledged that I have cancer. When I once complained to my mother that I have to take too many medicine, her response was, “Well, you have money!” Do you might have any ideas? — GLOSSED OVER
DEAR GLOSSED OVER: Please enable me to offer my sympathy over your struggles with cancer. The purpose your loved ones doesn’t deliver it up could also be because it makes them unhappy, and they fear that speaking about it might upset you.
You have the best to press them on the matter. Tell your mother you need her help and would really like to give you the chance to speak about your health points with her. If you would like to deliver your sisters into the circle, speak to them all together. The more household you might have in the loop, the stronger you will be for the rest of your treatment.
Dear Abby is written by Abigail Van Buren, also identified as Jeanne Phillips, and was based by her mom, Pauline Phillips. Contact Dear Abby at http://www.DearAbby.com or P.O. Box 69440, Los Angeles, CA 90069.
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