Just A Guy Feeling Left Out

Posted on September 22, 2009 by Bruce Sallan

My son is almost 16 and he now has a girlfriend. Evidently it’s “official” as both have declared they’re “in a relationship” on their Facebook pages. Everyone in my family, my wife and younger son, says it’s none of my business. I can’t help it; I’m feeling left out and curious. Is this so wrong? I also want to be sure he’s handling “things” appropriately.

He has gone from being the quintessential guy’s guy, only hanging out with his male buddies, to having a posse of female friends, one “special” one now, and his male friends seem to have bit the dust, except for his band-mates.

Just A Guy Without His Wife

Posted on July 25, 2009 by Bruce Sallan

I’m just a guy without his wife. She is out of town and, gulp, I have to admit I sort of like it. The reason she’s gone I don’t like, as her mother is having some serious surgery, and we’re all concerned. Putting that aside, I must say I’m enjoying the alone time. In short order, I will miss her as I love her dearly and appreciate all the good she brings into our house, for my boys and myself. But, for the moment, it’s sort of cool.

My parents were of that “other” generation. They met when they were 17 and 14, married in their early twenties, and were together EVERY day of their lives unless one of them was in the hospital. EVERY day, for 66 years. No typo. They also had lunch together nearly EVERY day. Theirs was a love for the ages.

Just A Guy Forgetting Everything

Posted on May 30, 2009 by Bruce Sallan

Okay, girls, it isn’t just you during pregnancy or menopause that keeps forgetting everything (or so it seems). I’m suffering it and I only was pregnant once! Seriously, I’ve been fond of saying for the past decade or so, that the only thing I remember is what I had for breakfast. And, the only reason I remember that is because I have the same thing every day.

Does anyone believe those advertised memory supplements work? I can’t remember anyone’s name. My wife’s name literally is one letter’s difference from my ex-wife’s name. It took nearly two years before I stopped calling her by my ex’s name. All the bruises I suffered as a result, and I couldn’t blame her.