Dear Dr. Laura, 

I used to nag, hold grudges, pout, make snarky comments, think of what was wrong with my man, wear ugly flannels to bed over ugly old lady underwear, talk past the eye gloss-over stage, roll my eyes, complain first thing in the morning, not ask him questions or partake in his hobbies, let myself gain too much weight, BUT I never withheld sex! -- About the only good thing I did. Yikes! I was an embarrassingly bad wife. 

Then he got a new svelte, smart, vivacious, marathon-runner, same age as me co-worker.... Transformation was instantaneous. Warp zone speed--no therapy needed! Fast track to save my marriage before it was too late! I worked out like an Olympian athlete, cooked his favorite gourmet meals Ward Cleaver would be envious of, wore silk teddies and thong underwear, batted my eyes, giggled, rubbed his back, and rubbed everything and anything - including his ego. Learned so much about sports - I could have started my own morning spots talk show - complete with stats. I became the woman I thought would be perfect for my man.

Guess what... I transformed and like myself again. Yikes! I was an embarrassingly bad wife He transformed and I liked him again! And he became a stud, not for her, but for me, Dr. Laura. We both won! And it's fun. If you leave your ego at the stoop before entering the home, it is magic! 

Thank you for being a lone voice in a world which has lost manners, priorities and common sense. What you preach is truth. 

Gratefully, 

Lisa