Dear Todd Parker,

Dear Todd Parker,

You probably get tons of messages asking for advice 'for a friend.' This is a little different; the advice is for me, but the beneficiary will be a buddy of mine. My wife, too. Let me explain.

I got married about two months ago. The marriage is great; this isn't about that. This is about the wedding and something that happened.

Three somethings, actually.

Dear Todd Parker,

I recently married the love of my life. He is a sweet, caring, generous, wonderful man. We have a great relationship and I couldn't ask for anything more. The only thing is that he really likes to hit the bars with his friends two or three times a week. I'm never asked to go and it's almost as if he doesn't want me along. 

The problem is I know there are other women in the places he goes, and some of them are kind of sketchy and would probably sleep with any man with a pulse who looked their way. They're not the kind of people I would want to be around anyway, but I don't want him around them either.

When he goes with his friends, he sometimes doesn't get home until after midnight. The lateness doesn't really bother me because I really do trust him, and it is a small town so I'll know if something happens. The temptation is there though, and if anything happens, what's done is done. For all I know, he could have already slept his way through every trashy woman in town. His friends, most of whom are single, are no better.