DEAR ABBY: I adore my son-in-law, “Tom.” He’s always inviting us to dinner along with his parents and family. We get along with them but can’t stand how they treat Tom. We have never seen parents treat their children the way they treat him, especially the father. Tom is practically begging for his approval and attention on a daily basis.
DEAR BILLY GRAHAM: What do you think about someone who claims to be a Christian, but thinks nothing of gossiping about other people, lying, or things like that? My neighbor is like that, and her attempts to get me interested in her church really turn me off. — S.J.
DEAR ABBY: I am an 18-year-old high school senior who is scared about what’s going to happen after graduation. For the past three years I have known exactly where I’ll be and what I will be doing in the general sense. Now that I have one more year to go, I’m worried that I won’t know what to do or how to do it when I graduate.
DEAR BILLY GRAHAM: I’ve always been an optimistic person, believing we can solve our differences and create a better, more peaceful world. But frankly it’s been harder for me to think this way recently. Will we ever see true world peace? — G.H.
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DEAR ABBY: Is it acceptable to bring a teacup-size dog to a wedding? The excuse was, “Well, the wedding was at the beach.” The pre-dinner and dancing were inside a high-end resort on the beach. The dog was taken inside these establishments.
DEAR BILLY GRAHAM: My doctor just called to say I need to go back to the radiologist for another X-ray, because something suspicious showed up on the first one. But I can’t face going back. I’m so frightened that I might have breast cancer. I know that’s stupid, but I can’t help it. Why is God doing this to me? — K.K.
DEAR ABBY: My granddaughter “Cindy,” age 2, was being watched by her mommy’s ex-sister-in-law and her sons. Cindy went to her mommy and said, “Bubby hurt me.” Bubby is what she calls her 10-year-old cousin. Her mother called the police. A policeman spoke to her and said there wasn’t enough evidence. Now my granddaughter is scared of men.
One thing grew into another, and I wound up purchasing her a brand-new car off the dealer lot for a college graduate relative. I even let her pick the color. Red, of course. Did I ever get a phone call after she picked up the car? No.
I am a young woman hoping to find “The One.” But I have come to realize that I’m not the normal female. I don’t get manicures or go shopping. When I meet a guy, he likes that I’m “me,” but if we get serious, then I’m “too independent” or “not girly enough.”
DEAR BILLY GRAHAM: You preachers are always saying we need to change our behavior and become better people, but I don’t agree. I think we need to learn to accept ourselves just as we are and quit feeling guilty over our shortcomings. We’ll never be perfect anyway, so why worry about it? — L.S.
Neither of my parents does anything for fun. When Dad comes home from work, he either reads the newspaper or takes a nap. If Mom has free time after finishing the housework or running errands, she watches the news on TV or goes to bed early. Once I was in high school, I started hearing classmates talk about their parents’ friends or hobbies and I realized my parents are different. They don’t even listen to music or read books.