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I am a widower in my mid-50s with three grown children and many grandchildren. My wife died 10 years ago, and three years ago I moved into a new house. I hit it off very quickly with my next door neighbors "Jack" and "Diane," a married couple in their late 30s with a now-7-year-old son. Our relationship soon became sexual and we are a three-member "couple." Their son, whom I love dearly, has his own bedroom at my house and calls me "Uncle." The problem is my youngest son recently lost his job, is in terrible financial straits, and has asked if he, his wife, and two young children can move in with me! I haven't told any of my children about my unconventional relationship. My wife and I had a happy marriage, and we raised our children in a normal, loving home. Yet when I met the couple I am with, everything seemed to flow so naturally that I didn't give it a second thought until now. Turning away my son in his time of need isn't an option, but breaking off my relationship isn't an option either. Should I keep the whole thing under wraps while my son and his family are here? Jack and Diane think I should be upfront and tell my son, but then everyone would know about this. Most people wouldn't understand, and frankly it would be humiliating!
—Can't Stop This Thing I Started
Now that Big Love is off the air, I hope HBO considers the possibilities of a series called Uncle Bob, which tackles both polyamory and the burgeoning social trend of broke adult children returning home. Since you're a loving father who won't turn away his son, you lay out clearly your three options for how to proceed: put your threesome on ice; sneak around; come clean. But since you say you're unwilling to temporarily retire from your trio, that's out. And, frankly, your grown son's financial debacle shouldn't require you to put the kibosh on your romantic life, however odd. Sneaking around may seem like a possible solution, but consider how that's going to work. Announcing, "I'll be staying over the neighbors' for a few nights so that all of you can have the house to yourselves!" is only going to raise suspicions, especially since little Jack Jr. has his own bedroom at your place. I'm afraid I agree with Jack and Diane: The best course is for you to tell your son. This means explaining that, unlikely as it may be—and no one is more surprised about this than you—you are in a relationship with the couple next door. Obviously, say you aren't going to go into the mechanics of this set-up, and you intend to protect his kids, as you are protecting the couple's child, from the details of your intimacy. (I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt that you are.) Explain that you are only revealing this aspect of your personal life because privacy is going to be at a premium, but you hope he can discreetly accept your situation. Sure, it will be a shock, but ultimately news of your personal arrangements pales in comparison with being in financial freefall. How sly of you to choose Jack and Diane as pseudonyms for your friends. John "Cougar" Mellencamp may have sung about a similarly named pair: "Oh yeah life goes on/Long after the thrill of living is gone." But your Jack and Diane have found that a once-lonely grandfather is the way to bring back the thrill.
Dear Prudence: Brother-In-Law Crush
I'm a recent film-school graduate, so finding any job is hard. I managed to get an interesting, prestigious one working for a married couple who are successful documentary filmmakers. The office is very small. It's just me, the bosses, and some interns. But in the months since I started, I've become very uncomfortable. The husband and wife are overtly abusive to each other, verbally and emotionally (I also think physically, though not in front of us). Sometimes they come back from "lunch," and the husband has puffy, black bruises on his face. Every once in a while the husband makes outrageous requests of us, and then verbally berates all of us when we are unable to meet his insane demands. I came from an emotionally abusive childhood home, and although I would like to think I am a stronger person because of that, I have found myself emotionally shutting down recently. Still, the job is an impressive résumé builder, and I love the work—when I'm not being yelled at. In this economy, when do you decide the job you have is too much?
—Is Stressed My New Normal?
If you have a low tolerance for eccentrics, nay, lunatics, then you might want to rethink going into the film business. Apparently your education did not require you to read any profiles and biographies of celebrated producers and directors. Start reading so you will feel better prepared for the personalities ahead. Sure, even the insurance business has bizarre bosses, but having chosen to go into the entertainment industry has drastically decreased your chances of working for the even-tempered and mild-mannered. As for your current place of employment, you sound like a very lucky graduate to have found real work with productive filmmakers. You say you grew up in an abusive household, so instead of experiencing this couple's misconduct as flashbacks, be relieved that you are not trapped in their home being raised by them. Since you concede the vast majority of the couple's outbursts are directed at each other, and not the staff, tell yourself that compared to your parents' ability to make you miserable, these two are amateurs. They are also paying you and giving you invaluable professional experience—another positive distinction from your childhood. You want to be a filmmaker, so start taking notes for a screenplay on a pair of documentarians whose work exposes the dark side of life while living it themselves.
I am a 28-year-old woman, and I am a crier. Any issue that pops up at which others would get angry or shrug, I will cry. I know that this is not a reasonable reaction from someone my age, and I get really embarrassed. Even when dealing with things as simple as calling a service provider to discuss questionable charges, I end up crying. There are days when I will cry all the way home in my car, for no apparent reason. I am not under an unreasonable amount of stress, and there is nothing so wrong in my life to justify my emotional instability. In fact, my fiance and I recently moved into a new house and I just got a promotion that allows me the flexibility to work from home. What can I do to help me manage tough situations better? My goal whenever dealing with an issue is to not cry, and yet I still walk away red-eyed. Help!
You may be on track to become the speaker of the House! Probably no one in public life blubbers as easily and frequently as Rep. John Boehner, yet he is one of the most powerful people in the country. He probably feels this is an odd disability that he's just had to learn to live with. Your berating yourself not to cry only makes you focused on your weeping and heightens your vulnerable emotional state. You say your life is fine, but you are experiencing your waterworks as a symptom of emotional instability. See your doctor, because there could be something going on physically or mentally that needs diagnosing. Maybe medication will elevate your mood and make each day feel less like a vale of tears. But if, in the end, nothing completely dries your eyes, try to make peace with the fact that you've got lacrimal glands that runneth over. The less mortified you are about this, possibly the more in control you will feel. At the least have something to say to relieve everyone's tension when the dripping starts: "I look worse than I feel. I'm afraid I just have over-active tear ducts."