You’re an­gry and you need to get help

Winnipeg Free Press - Section G - - ENTERTAINMENT - MAUREEN SCURFIELD

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I lost con­trol and screamed at my stupid me­chanic to­day. He has fixed my car three times, only to have it stop dead on the road in the heat again. He told me to get my $%#@ old lady car out of his garage, and he never wanted to see me again. I screamed some more swear words back at him, and he picked up his cell and said he was call­ing 911 to come and take me to jail. I de­manded my money back, and he told me to “stuff it where the sun don’t shine.” So I yelled, “See you in court, you mo­ron!” I squealed out and I could see him giv­ing me the fin­ger in my rear view mir­ror. I got home and told my hus­band and he said I am a “hys­ter­i­cal nut­case.” I phoned my daugh­ters and they told me I need to see a shrink be­cause it’s the third big blow-out this month. My old­est said, “Face it. You are a ragea­holic.” Do you think I have a prob­lem? — Def­i­nitely Not a Nut­case, St. Vi­tal

Dear Def­i­nitely Not: At the risk of be­ing a new tar­get, let me say you need pro­fes­sional help. You’re los­ing to­tal con­trol and rag­ing in a way that could get you into le­gal trou­ble. It’s time you lis­tened to some­body out­side your­self, who cares about you — like mem­bers of your fam­ily. See your physi­cian for a re­fer­ral to a psy­chi­a­trist or psy­chol­o­gist who specif­i­cally treats anger man­age­ment. In the mean­time, your doc may want to put you on an anti-anx­i­ety drug to keep from blow­ing off. Also get in­volved in a daily ex­er­cise pro­gram to wear down that enor­mous store of ner­vous en­ergy. The shrink will help you get at the causes of your anger/anx­i­ety, and teach you new ways of think­ing and be­hav­ing.

Dear Miss Lonelyhearts: We were at a bar­be­cue at a friend’s cabin at our lake. Be­cause we could walk home, the host was mak­ing stiff cock­tails. I haven’t been that tipsy in years. About mid­night, half a dozen of us went down to the beach to watch the stars, and started laugh­ing and jok­ing. Then one guy said, “Let’s skinny dip, like the old days” so we stripped off and went in the wa­ter. My hus­band was not there; he was back at the bon­fire. When I came back to the fire, my shirt was on back­wards with the ticket show­ing in front. He grabbed me by the arm and took me home where he put me in a chair and in­ter­ro­gated me like a gestapo agent, ac­cus­ing me of hav­ing sex with a cer­tain guy there. I mostly con­vinced him of the truth but he keeps com­ing back to it. How do I get him to stop ob­sess­ing and driv­ing us both crazy? I am in­no­cent. — Skinny Dip­per, Not a Cheater, Lake Win­nipeg

Dear Dip­per: Next time you get to­gether with your neigh­bours, bring the skinny-dip­ping in­ci­dent out in the open so peo­ple can talk about it and joke about it. Then, even if your hus­band isn’t laugh­ing, it will fi­nally be real to him, in­stead of a big story cre­ated to cover up a tryst. Keep­ing the skinny dip­ping hush-hush is a sure way for the peo­ple who par­tic­i­pated to look guilty. Since it was just a swim in the dark, no­body should be in much trou­ble over this. Next time, take your hus­band with you.

Dear Miss Lonelyhearts: Why do women want guys to be the gift givers? If I for­got my girl­friend’s birthday, she would howl. She just for­got my birthday and didn’t even apol­o­gize. When I men­tioned it (feel­ing em­bar­rassed), she said, “Oh I’ll take you out for din­ner on the week­end, then.” Like it was noth­ing. — Hurt Feel­ings, Selkirk

Dear Hurt: She is not typ­i­cal of most women, who gen­er­ally re­mem­ber birth­days, an­niver­saries and Valen­tine’s oc­ca­sions. Be­fore you pro­mote her to some­thing other than your girl­friend, think about find­ing some­one more thought­ful.

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