San Marcos News

The road to Oklahoma City starts this week for the Bobcats as Texas State enters the Sun Belt Conference Softball Tournament.

DEAR ABBY: I recently was told that my late father-inlaw was a serial child abuser who molested his daughter and at least two of his grandchildren. My husband loved and deeply respected his parents. Should I tell my husband this information? Should I ask my grown son if he was also molested as his cousins were? I don’t want to “rock the boat,” but I want to do what is best for my son, and I’m not used to keeping things from my husband. – WISH I DIDN’T KNOW DEAR WISH: Who gave you this information, and why? Was it a credible source? Were your late father-in-law’s alleged crimes reported to the authorities? If you trust your source, by all means, talk to your son and ask if his grandfather ever did anything that made him uncomfortable. Why would you keep this from your husband? Tell him what you were told and by whom. DEAR ABBY: My brother “Gene” passed away a few months ago. He had been in and out of the hospital for most of 2022. He had four children, and while he wasn’t close to them, he tried to have a relationship with them. One child lived in the same town but wanted nothing to do with him. When they found out Gene was dying, they all wanted to know what they were getting. Gene’s last wish was that they not be informed about his death. I felt I owed it to him to honor his wishes.

The unofficial, preliminary votes for Saturday’s uniform election are in and San Marcos Consolidated Independent School District officials are celebrating a clean sweep in the passage of its four bond propositions.

DEAR ABBY: “Unsure How To Feel” (Jan. 24) was upset about changes her sister-inlaw was making after the death of her husband. Within months, the widow had given away the husband’s belongings and begun making changes to their home. I saw myself in that column. I lost my beloved husband unexpectedly at the age of 47. Seeing his clothes and belongings in our closets every time I opened the doors was painful. They were a constant reminder of what I’d lost.