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Monday, Nov 29, 1999 5:00 PM UTC1999-11-29T17:00:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Till death do us part

Is it a promise of love or a life sentence? Our readers weigh in with advice.

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Two weeks ago in Mothers Who Think, we launched a week of marriage stories with a contest called “Is This Marriage Doomed?” We printed three of the worst marriages sent in by our readers and then asked you to send in your best solutions to these marital train wrecks.

Now, every bad marriage is sad, and we heard about a lot of them. Some were so ugly and so hurtful that the only advice was to run for the hills (and therapy). But many crummy relationships, crippled by stubbornness, selfishness or other deeply unattractive behavior, invited exhaustive advice. And we got it; lots and lots of it.

Today we print the best advice we received, a sampling of heartfelt diatribes and pearls of wisdom from mouse pad marriage counselors everywhere.

As you may recall, our trio of lousy marriages involved a cheater, a sulker and a fatty. Each union had begun in love but had become mired in serious hostility, not to mention poor hygiene. All were in need of major overhauls, but most of our readers agreed that divorce was not yet necessary. More often than not we heard “Get thee to a marriage counselor.” One reader even suggested mailing an anonymous $500 gift certificate for therapy to each partner.

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Jennifer Foote Sweeney, CMT, formerly a Salon editor, is a massage therapist in northern California, practicing on staff at the Institutes for Health and Healing in San Francisco and Larkspur, and on the campuses of the Alta Bates Summit Medical Center in Berkeley.  More Jennifer Foote Sweeney

Amy Benfer is a freelance writer in Brooklyn, N.Y.  More Amy Benfer

Tuesday, Feb 7, 2012 1:00 AM UTC2012-02-07T01:00:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

My ex went to prison for sex crimes

He ruined our marriage but never my family. It took years of struggle, and a long road trip, to let go of the pain

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People assume the wife knows. Not really. I found out about my former husband’s descent into pedophilia at the same time the rest of the world did — on the 10 o’clock news.

My mind could not comprehend what my eyes were seeing. I studied his mug shot on TV. Here was the face of the man I had loved, the cleft in his chin, his square jaw, the soft, smooth skin just below his eyes, which I’d kissed a thousand times. Who was this broken man with the downcast eyes? Did he look away when the shutter closed because he was thinking of his children? What happened to the proud young father who cradled his newborns like fragile glass, the guy with a contagious laugh and shiny blue eyes, who owned any room he walked into?  A hometown celebrity, a respected journalist, with a good wife and four great kids — now, reduced to this. Who was this man?

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Jean Ellen Whatley is a writer in St. Louis, Missouri. This is an excerpt from her forthcoming book, "Off the Leash: A Woman, Her Dog and the Road Trip to Revival."  More Jean Ellen Whatley

Tuesday, Jan 24, 2012 10:56 PM UTC2012-01-24T22:56:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Losing my husband, 140 characters at a time

After Kevin got cancer, all my rage and isolation went onto Twitter. Was I embarrassing myself, or rescuing myself?

Losing my hubsand 140 characters at a time

There was a time when I kept private journals, chronicling stories of time with my husband as if words could nail down a life and build strong, warm walls around us. That was before cancer. A kind you’ve hopefully never heard of, a sure, slow killer. Once we’d slogged through a couple of years there, I logged into Twitter and didn’t grapple with whether or why. Rather than holding us together now, I was a spectacle of flying apart. Twitter unleashed my inner ranting-woman-on-the-subway. You know the one — no inhibitions, breaking the code of civilized silence.

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Lee Ann Cox is a writer whose work has appeared in the New York Times and other national publications. She is working on a memoir weaving her Tweets and excerpts from Card Blue, her late husband’s blog, into a tale of love and cancer, online and off.  More Lee Ann Cox

Tuesday, Jan 24, 2012 1:00 AM UTC2012-01-24T01:00:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Dear female students: Stop writing about men

Guys in my class don't feel the need to dissect broken relationships. Why do the women? For that matter, why did I?

My college students write a 20-page piece of creative nonfiction at the end of every semester, many of them memoirs. Over the years, I have heard about suicide attempts, rapes, arrests and the deaths of friends. I can never predict what they’ll write about, but here is one constant: The females in the class tend to write about a romantic relationship, and the males do not.

I’m not saying my male students are not sensitive. Some have detailed abuse at the hands of relatives; years spent in the foster system; hunting trips with their fathers; the thrill of learning to race motorcycles; but only once or twice in the nine years I’ve been teaching these courses has a guy expressed his need to understand why a relationship has fallen apart.

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Lorraine Berry is a contributing writer at Talking Writing and a columnist at Does This Make Sense? Her unpublished memoir, "Word Lovers," for which she is seeking literary representation, has been optioned for film. She lives and teaches in the Finger Lakes region of New York.   More Lorraine Berry

Tuesday, Jan 24, 2012 1:00 AM UTC2012-01-24T01:00:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

I love my husband but live with my boyfriend

Things were perfect for me until my boyfriend's fiancée started planning their wedding

Cary Tennis

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Dear Cary,

I am very happily married and I love my husband with every fiber of my being. He is the most loving, brilliant, courageous man I’ve ever known. We love to do things together and we always make our decisions with one another’s best interest at heart. When I am with him, I am always happy.

I don’t live with my husband. I live with my boyfriend.

My boyfriend is also incredibly wonderful, and, unlike my husband, doesn’t have night terrors that have caused me a few bruises over the years. We three have been happy living like this for quite a long time now, and we have a comfortable dynamic with lots of respect for one another. In fact, I can’t believe my luck, that I have such a good life surrounded by kind and wonderful people. However, this is going to end soon, and I’m really upset about it.

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Cary Tennis is Salon's advice columnist. His latest book is "Citizens of the Dream: Advice on Writing, Painting, Playing, Acting and Being." He leads writing workshops and creative getaways, and occasionally tweets and bellows as @carytennis on Twitter.

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Monday, Jan 23, 2012 9:45 PM UTC2012-01-23T21:45:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

When infidelity heals

Cheating is often a death knell for a relationship -- but sometimes it can bring it back to life

couples who stay together despite affairs

Broken heart fixed with adhesive bandage  (Credit: iStockphoto/BrianAJackson)

It brought them closer, opened new lines of communication and made for the hottest sex of their life. This life-changing “it” wasn’t a miracle advice book or sexy new lingerie, but an affair. “Honestly, it may sound crazy, but I recommend what happened for every marriage,” says Carissa, a 30-year-old stay-at-home mom from New Jersey. “Well, maybe not exactly infidelity, but you never know how strong you are as individuals and as a couple until you hit rock bottom and you are forced to give up or fight.”

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Tracy Clark-Flory

Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter.  More Tracy Clark-Flory

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