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    Wednesday, May 08, 2024

    Two of man's pre-marriage friends don't pass muster with the new wife

    DEAR ABBY: My husband "Larry" and I have been married three months. I adore him, his family and most of his friends. Two of them, however, I can barely tolerate. They show up at our house unannounced and stay for hours.

    Larry is too nice to say anything to them about these drop-in visits. They also make disparaging comments about their wives, complaining constantly about their "nagging" and their "faults." One of them has repeatedly cheated on his wife.

    I don't want my husband around these men who obviously don't like their wives. I'm afraid what they say will "rub off" on him. I have explained the reasons I dislike his friends, but he says I have nothing to worry about. That doesn't change the way I feel. What can I do?

    - Worried Wife In Arkansas

    DEAR WORRIED WIFE: Have a little patience and stop telling your husband you think his friends are a threat to your marriage. Instead, schedule as much social time as you can with other couples who have healthy relationships. It shouldn't take long for your husband to realize what sad sacks those two are.

    Not all friendships last forever. Sometimes people outgrow them, and that's what I'm hoping your husband will realize without you acting like his "keeper."

    DEAR ABBY: I am a longtime member of the U.S. Air Force who has three college-age sons and a 13-year-old daughter, "Carly." Their mother and I divorced eight years ago. I've done everything I can to stay a part of all their lives. My sons and I get out for an occasional round of golf or watch the game over dinner, but Carly and I have reached a disconnect. We were close until early last summer - swimming, shopping, vacationing or just hanging out at my house. She and my wife have a good relationship. But something has changed.

    Now, when we make plans for a movie or dinner or whatever, Carly makes an excuse at the last minute to break it. I asked her what's going on, but she won't tell me. My wife says it's just her age, but I don't understand why I am the one who gets cut out of her life.

    Carly's mother and I don't have the best relationship, and she's not interested in discussing these matters, but she says Carly is "just being Carly." Abby, am I worried about nothing? Is my wife right or could there be another issue?

    - Still A Dad In The U.S.A.F.

    DEAR STILL A DAD: Stop panicking and listen to the women. Your little girl may have been Daddy's girl until last summer -- but she's a teenager now. It's normal for teens to disengage from their parents and develop interests of their own, so relax and don't push. Let Carly know you're there for her and eventually she'll start coming around again. What you have described is not unusual for girls her age.

    DEAR ABBY: Do you think it's appropriate to ask for credit on articles I write for our company newsletter? I don't think it's fair to write an article for the HR department and not receive credit for it. It's MY creation and I'd like to be recognized. Is this selfish, or is it a reasonable request?

    - Unacknowledged In Madison, Ohio

    DEAR UNACKNOWLEDGED: It's reasonable as long as other contributors also receive credit for their articles. In some - but not all - companies, that's the case. You are certainly within your rights to make your preference known to whoever is publishing your newsletter. No one may have asked before.

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