
NOT DR. PHIL SAYS:
DEAR NAME WITHHELD, OR AS I LIKE TO CALL YOU, "BECKY,"
As I read your letter, I was reminded of what the
great humanitarian Albert Schweitzer once said: "Sentences,
shmentences."
I'm sorry that I wasn't able to answer your
question in time . . . Apparently, this wedding has happened, and it
happened on December 14, 2002, at 5:00 in the afternoon. And
there was a dance. And there was also dinner. And
everything. Ah, good ol' everything.
"Becky," If I were Dr. Phil, which, as you should
know, I am certainly NOT, I would first slap your daughter, hard, in
the mouth. You chide her for marrying a young man, although she is
actually 5 years younger than him. Perhaps you chided in the
wrong direction, and should think about refocusing your chiding
towards the young lady that is truly chide-worthy in this chide-filled
situation. If she's going to call you "a week before moon," then
shame on her for putting you in the lurch. The only divorce that
needs to happen is between you and your daughter.
Yes, abandoning your child might seem harsh, but
please understand: I am not a trained professional. Of
course, neither is Dr. Phil, but I'm not even as qualified as he is!
Just don't talk to her for, say, 3 years . . . I think after that,
you'll be pleasantly surprised by the changes that have occurred in
your relationship.
Take care "Becky," and I look forward to calling
you and visiting you in Texas . . . judging by the money you blew on
this fiasco, you sound loaded, and that's a major turn-on!
Lustily Yours,
Not Dr. Phil