DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I can’t believe it! My love is alive again for my former husband, but I already have a new man.

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: For 15 months a man I worked with was nothing more than a friend, but then we started dating. Everything was going great — we never argued and got along very well. He was not a man I’d normally date, but I stepped out of my comfort zone. He was a wonderful man — very attentive, something I’d strived to find for my whole life — but things were never perfect. You learn to adjust. To him, I seemed to have the “it factor” and he loved me so much, I knew it and felt it.

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I came home early two nights ago, followed the suspicious noises I heard when I entered, and caught my sister with my new best buddy from my hockey team. I flicked on the bright overhead lights. They were in the old TV room in the basement, quickly adjusting their clothes. My sister was holding a pillow in front of herself.

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: The love is not coming back into my marriage, now that my wife’s affair is over. She’s just come back home to live with me and our teenage kids. She’s buzzing around like it’s a new start and says she’s “feeling good about re-dedicating her whole self to me, the kids and the marriage.”

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: My recent ex-husband left a horrible letter in my mailbox. He called me filthy names for starting to date someone he knows right after our divorce.

‘Mental-health crisis from COVID pandemic was minimal” blared a BBC headline on an article that opened with, “People’s general mental health and anxiety symptoms hardly deteriorated at all during the pandemic, research suggests.“

The prevailing narrative about agriculture’s origins on the Canadian Prairies ties it to the arrival of the Selkirk Settlers just over 200 years ago.

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I was alone at my new girlfriend’s house recently and I did a little snooping when she went out shopping. I found a stash of men’s clothes in the back of her closet, including a few tailored suits. They were certainly not mine, I can tell you that! I’m three sizes bigger.

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I met my boyfriend at a St. Patrick’s Day pub party three years ago. He was looking pretty silly with his hat on crooked when I got there. I sipped green beer while I listened in and assessed him: he was cute, smart, funny — and three sheets to the wind! Later I drove him home and he sang me Irish songs all the way.