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From Lemon/Friend Advice Column
Why this Broken-Hearted Woman Feels Abandoned and Needs Some New Friend Advice
Her problem is complex.
Written by: Suzanne V. Tanner, Paroma Sen, Amy Marley
Dear From Lemon,
Whoops. The doorbell again. Hoping it is my new bag from Milan. The delivery from Paris came earlier, and I like it, but the brown shade is a bit deeper than I expected.
Crap. I was distracted for a mo. From Lemon dudes, dudettes (take your pick), I really need some help.
Sam, my husband, and I were terrific those first seven years or so until our girls were both finally in Grade school. Then we started to lose touch. Slowly at first but then, faster, faster. The girls are now at college, and I sit, sad and lonely, inside my gorgeous 4000 sq. ft. house.
There is no question; as the girls grew, we had a lot going on. First, the bills from their private schools and now from two different East Coast Ivy Leagues. Clothing, lessons, sports, summer camps, technology, trips, parties, proms, duo gap years in Paris. Man, oh man, those babes were expensive. Still are.
Oh, she also said, “Make certain your man’s biggest bulge below his waist is…
