Hey there, time traveller!
This article was published 11/10/2012 (1776 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I waited for 90 minutes for my fiancé to show up at the bar where we were finalizing some social plans and he finally phoned and said he'd been "delayed by business." Then I waited another 30 minutes and a few cocktails, for him to come and pick me up from the bar. He was stinking of Obsession. I don't wear that perfume, but one of my bridesmaids does. I know she's been looking at him, but I still trusted her. He didn't even deny it when I guessed. I had gotten pretty drunk by that time. Then my fiancé had the colossal nerve to tell me I was disgusting. He took me home and dumped me at my house and he had the nerve to ask me for my diamond ring back. I felt terrible because now I have to cancel all the events my parents paid deposits for and I can't even cash in the diamond. He says, "Forget it! I'm not paying. That's your problem." I think he should have to pay for those deposits, don't you? I didn't dump him; he broke the deal. What should I do now? My parents aren't made of money and neither am I. -- Dumped Before the Wedding, Winnipeg
Dear Dumped: This is a cheaper set of bills to pay than those paid -- in dollars and emotional pain -- over a faithless marriage and a divorce. No one has given you gifts or money yet. You can simply say it's off. Your ex should help pay for the deposits. A talk with his parents, mentioning the bridesmaid he was seeing on the side, will help convince him of this. Dirty pool? No dirtier than the cheating with your bridesmaid.
Dear Miss Lonelyhearts: I walked six miles home from my girlfriend's house on Saturday night across the city. It took me a long, long time. I thought about her the whole time. When I got home I phoned her and told her that I loved her and she said she loved me, but she also wants to be free to see other people. How can she love me and still want to see other guys? I walked six miles and my legs really hurt. She's 15 and I'm 14. -- Don't Get It, Winnipeg
Dear Don't: This was not a true love, by anyone's definition. She likes you, but she isn't head-over-heels in love with you. Say bye-bye to her nonsense and find someone who lives closer to you and with whom you can be truly close.