Dear Annie: When I was in my 20s, I thought I was in love with a man who strung me along for his own reasons but obviously didn't love me. I wasted three years of my life giving him every opportunity I could to love me back. I finally realized intellectually that I needed to break it off, but emotionally, I couldn't.
Dear Annie: My father did everything he could to make my life miserable, and to deprive me of anything and everything. He treated my brother and sisters far differently, but even so, everyone in the family knew he was one sick man.
Dear Annie:I'm 73 years old and having feelings like a 17-year-old. "Richard" and I were an item in high school. It ended when my mother would no longer let me see him. I didn't know why at the time. Many years later, I figured out why; but it's complicated and has no bearing on what's going on now. However, I always regretted how things ended for us.
Every year, my sister organizes a family reunion, which is held at a local botanical garden the weekend after Labor Day. She reserves the location and coordinates the food. There are usually 60-70 people, and the adults are assigned to "setup," "serving" or "teardown/cleanup" crews.