Dear Abby: I am writing this for "Fat but Not Happy."
Many men actually prefer women with a few curves and a little meat on their bones. I have noticed that some men don't care for skinny women. I am a thin woman, and I watched my weight so I wouldn't get fat, and guess what? My husband dumped me for a fat woman - not "chubby," mind you; 5 foot 4, weighing 210.- The Other Side
Dear Abby: I, too, have struggled with weight all my adult life. I am 36. The man I was married to for 11 years constantly threatened to leave me if I ever became fat. (I was pregnant at the time.)
Well, I spent most of my married life wishing he would leave. As I got heavier and heavier, topping 300 pounds, he didn't leave me, but I left him!
After that I slimmed down, dropped 60 pounds and remained single for four years; then I met a wonderful man and we have been happily married for a year.
My weight started creeping up on me again, and when I mentioned it, he laughed and said he loved me just the way I was, and I shouldn't expect to become a slave to a thin body just because that's what society expects.
Abby, "Not Happy" needs to love herself and be happy with who she is. And her husband needs to love the person inside of her. With age, accidents, surgery or having babies, our bodies change.
Oh, one more thing . . . my complaining, degrading ex-husband cheated on me when I was fat - and thin. Explain that!
- Cheerfully Chubby in Slidell, La.
Dear Abby: I found an abandoned photo album in the vast mountain of junk that a disgruntled tenant left for us to clean up in an old Victorian mansion near downtown Los Angeles.
The tenant was a notorious scavenger and, as such, went through people's trash (literally). Most of the stuff was worthless, but at least one item could be priceless.
It is a photograph album containing photos from the late '30s through the '50s. It apparently had belonged to a Japanese couple whose last name was "Tsunekawa."
Smack dab in the middle of this album are photographs of (presumably) the Tsunekawas and fellow Japanese Americans in an internment camp at Poston, Ariz. I cried when I saw how they did their best to be gracious in the midst of a civil liberties travesty.
Will you please help me locate this family? I'm sure they would be grateful to have this album.
- Ellen S., Lakeview Terrace, Calif.
Dear Ellen S.: How generous of you to make an effort to locate the Tsunekawa family. If they write to me at P.O. Box 69440, Los Angeles, CA 90069, I will put them in touch with you.
Dear Abby: My husband and I go to Florida for three months every winter, and we have made a habit of calling our married children every Sunday. (They live in Illinois.) All of a sudden, my husband decides that it is our children's place to call us in Florida. "If they want to talk to us," he says, "why can't they pick up a phone and make a call?" To be honest with you, Abby, it never dawned on me that we were doing all the calling.
A few of my friends have the same problem, and we would all appreciate your answer.
My husband reads your column every day, so please put your answer in the paper.
Dear Grandma: Question: Who is better able to pay for these long-distance calls? If it's not a strain on your budget, you might as well continue calling your children. On the other hand, if the kids can better afford it, they should call you.