I Want My Ex-Wife to Admit She Cheated

Dear Robin:

I was divorced several months ago and although I was stunned when my wife left me, I made the best of things and made certain we had a drama-free divorce and maintained a good relationship so we could successfully co-parent our two young children, both of whom are happy and thriving now.

Yes, I read your blog, and you gave me a lot of great advice by phone during my divorce. You are the reason I was able to achieve this feat in the midst of my anguish and worry. Thanks for that.

I recently began to suspect my wife was cheating during our marriage (Readers: I told Matt this when he first contacted me about his sudden divorce a year ago but he didn’t believe me. Sometimes I truly do hate being right all the time).

I’ve started to do some investigating such as talking to her friends, looking at travel records, phone and credit card bills, and it seems pretty obvious what was going on.

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Should I Call Off My Engagement? (Extended Remix/Dance Version)

Readers:

You have no idea how much I edited both the original letter and my response and still this is a long blog.  Therefore, today you get two for the price of one!  This is the long version, the short version will be published forthwith.  Happy Monday!

Dear Robin:

I’m a 28-year-old college student recently engaged (wedding next summer) to my partner “Jim” of 5 years whom I love fiercely and until a week ago could see myself perfectly content with for the rest of my life.

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Why Did You Do That, Robin?

Dear Readers:

Yes, I understand this is Monday, not Friday and therefore Friday Feedback, but I can’t sit on these thoughts until the end of the week.  It’s not simply that I’m bursting to express myself like a new mother stuck in a long meeting, but also that my 45-year-old brain has been incredibly forgetful as of late.  

If I don’t write this down today I’ll lose it into the ether of middle-aged forgetfulness, where it can be reunited with my glasses, my car keys and the reason I exit my office to go downstairs every few hours, only to wonder what the hell I am doing there.

Let’s just dive right in because this is a very touchy subject (ha!) and I’d rather not pussyfoot around before forcing my views on you (double ha!).

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I Made a Big Mistake (Part Deux)

Dear Readers: It took me a while but I am finally delivering the second half of my bifurcated advice to our friend "Sleepless in Seattle," who wrote to me filled with dread over some vicious texts messages she sent anonymously to…

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