While I’m away, readers give the advice.
I’ve seen so many letters about reading a significant other’s texts or emails. I’ve even read a few columns that suggested a cheater who has promised to reform should give their spouse or partner all their passwords.
What never seems to come up is that you are also violating the privacy of everyone who writes to the person whose accounts are now open books. I’ve accepted there is a certain amount of slippage when it comes to things I tell friends in long-term relationships, but I find it offensive that someone who is dating a friend of mine and suspects her or him of cheating could easily access emails that are about deeply personal issues I’d rather not share with them.
It’s something snoopers should think about when they go onto an email account or phone. They’re not just violating their partner’s privacy, they also may find information that a perfectly innocent person never wanted to share with them.
On dealing with a loved one’s engagement to an abusive mate:
Seeing a loved one get involved with an abusive partner can be incredibly difficult, especially if you see the loved one ignore obvious and repeated warning signs. If they’ve been together a long time, his sense of reality might be even more skewed than he lets on.
I speak from experience. I was engaged to a woman who was abusive and it took the continued efforts of friends and loved ones to see what I was too ashamed to recognize.
A victim of abuse is going to need someone to keep his sense of reality and self, particularly when she really starts to sink her claws into him. I am so thankful to friends and family who cared enough and helped me get my life back.
On being a post-career stay-at-home mom (and on those gauzy images of homemaking):
I was a “trapped” new mom many years ago. I compensated with rich volunteer work and involved my children when appropriate. It wasn’t enough to overcome the loneliness of being home among nannies and housekeepers.
Fast forward to today … I received no credit for highly responsible and skilled volunteer work as I circulate my two-master’s-degree resume. I’m divorced with no 401(k) for the years I did not work. One child of the two still resents my being so “involved” in his life.
Just one version of an incredibly difficult position to be in as a mom, for what it’s worth.