Showing posts with label the graduate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the graduate. Show all posts

Friday, January 16, 2009

Karma Is A Bitch

"Dear Prudie,


When I was 9 years old, my parents divorced and both remarried. I lived with my mother and stepfather. When I was 17, Mom and Stepdad had to move to another city, so I moved in with Dad and Stepmom. My father's new wife was a much younger and very attractive woman.

The atmosphere was more relaxed than in my previous home. So much so that my stepmom (she's about 15 years older) and I developed an attraction and started an affair. We were intimate about twice a month when my father was traveling for work. From Day One, we agreed that we would never tell my dad. I continued to see her during college and even after, when I came home for visits.

My attraction waned because of distance, guilt, and because I started to see that she was a horrible person who was terrible to my father. I broke it off two years ago.

Last month, Dad found out that she had cheated with another man (not me). They are in the middle of a vicious divorce. Last week, she called me and asked why I am so aloof. She told me that if I don't convince Dad to concede on a financial matter, she will spill the beans about our affair.

I feel like karma is giving me what I deserve, but I am scared. What is better: try to reason with this woman, even though she is irrational? Do her bidding in order to save Dad greater pain? Tell Dad everything myself, knowing that things will never be the same between him, me, and the rest of my family? I just want to do the best thing for him at this point, and I feel powerless.

—Karma's Bitch Boy

Dear Karma,


As Simon and Garfunkel said so eloquently about a similar situation: "Koo koo kachoo, Mrs. Robinson."

Not only has this woman had an affair with her stepson and been multiply unfaithful to her husband, she is also an extortionist. The pain of extracting her from his life will be well worth it to your father.

Now that she's threatened you, it will be hard to ever feel comfortable with your father knowing she's always fingering the pin on this grenade.

None of your choices is good, but surely you want to be the first to let your father know you weren't spending all your free time your senior year of high school in woodworking class.

I don't know what your father's mental state or temperament is, so it might be best to deliver this news in a corner booth in a restaurant. That way, he's sitting down and you'll have some privacy, but if he snaps and starts strangling you, maybe the busboy can intervene.

Tell your father you have been living with a sickening, shameful secret that has been a blot on your life. Give as brief an account as possible and emphasize that you were a minor when she seduced you. (It would help if you were also a virgin.)

As horrifying as this revelation will be for your father, surely his lawyer will do a little happy dance when he or she hears not only this news, but that stepmom has been offering to exchange her silence for money.

As for your relationship with your father, you're right, it will never be the same. But at least now it won't be based on deception.

—Prudie


-- Dear Prudence, handling a situation Ann Althouse calls "lurid" - but TMR finds beautiful - on Slate.com.



Wednesday, September 12, 2007

How Low Can You Go?

I'm just posting a note today to say how wild it is to me that people - liberals especially - are so open about their cynicism now. They poison the well with thier lack of insight, or compassion, into the human condition. So many of them have never really suffered, so all they comment on is their own (sometimes sick, sometimes not) middle-class existences. Sorry, kids, but living some version of The Graduate doesn't give you the right to condemn everybody. Hell, many people would give their right arms for what many of you wimps complain about, I know I would.

YOU are the ones who allow bad things to happen. Not the crazy Christians. It was you who abandoned what was "good" because you found something - anything - that was bad. You laughed at good. Thought of yourselves as so smart. Became cynical. Liberals, even atheists, adopt Hell-inspired iconography to make the point clear:

You're the bad guys.



I can't stand when people are trying to convince me to become as sour as they are. I'm not, and never will be. It's not my disposition, no matter what my writing looks like. As I've said many times, using my ex, Karine Brunck, as exhibit A:

It's the so-called "nice" people who have the truly ugly stuff rolling around upstairs.

The stuff they won't let people see. The stuff they really can't admit to. They're the people who lie, cheat, and steal - and, yes, kill - if it's likely anyone will be able to see it. She killed her own mother: How's that for a result of a "nice" outlook on life?



I wouldn't want to be such a person for anything. That's why I started: