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DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: My mother is in love with a man her age. If you combine their ages, they are 150 years old. I find it disgusting they’re all kissy-poo and going to bed in the cabin, telling everyone to “have a great rest of the night, because we sure will!” Ewwww!
My dad, who died a while back, was a stuffed shirt when we were growing up and my mom kowtowed to him, as he was old-fashioned and expected to be waited on. Neither of them crowed about their sex life, if it existed, and thank goodness or I would have felt sick.