Hey Earl!

Hey Earl! Things are not what they used to be between my wife and I. I suppose it's natural that the blazing fire of passion eventually turn to glowing embers but I'm not at all convinced that some amoral interloper has not thrown a pail of water on our relationship, extinguishing any feelings she might ever have had for me. In short, I fear I am being cuckolded. And yet, I am not certain enough that I feel confident confronting her. I've even considered asking her to accompany me to couples counseling but I am reasonably certain she'd refuse. I am at a loss and so am turning to you. What do you think I should do? - Worried in Waukegon

Dear Worried: Er...I'm not really sure what you're rambling on about up there with your talk of interlopers and pails of water but whenever things ain't right between Thelma and me, I make myself scarce. I head for my workshop out there to the garage and build me something. Not too long ago, she was torqued off that I'd forgotten...well, now, what did I forget? Her birthday, maybe? Our anniversary? I can't remember but she was darn sure giving me the cold shoulder. I just loaded up a cooler of Mickey's Big Mouths and spent the weekend in the garage, building a new gun rack. Hell, I even slept out there on Saturday night. By the time I came in on Sunday evening, she'd just about forgot I was alive, much less what the heck I'd done to set her off. That's what I'd do, if I was you: build yourself something.

Email Earl at: earl@brettnews.com.


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