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Your suspicion provides a rational reason to want access, but your suspicion also gives your husband the motivation to dig in his heels and then blame you for his behaviour.

I think that as his wife I should know his e-mail account passwords, his voice-mail number to get messages, if he is on Facebook, etc. Ironically, you can have all the privacy in the world if you have nothing to hide.

After 13 years of married life, I was divorced over 18 months ago (I didn't approve of the wife's boyfriend) and am the primary caregiver for my nine-year-old son.

Between his commitments and mine, there is very little time to play the social singles scene. Where does a guy look for an honest, intelligent and stable woman? -- Fresh Start DEAR FRESH START: I love your description that you are "dating for two," because when you are a single parent, your child's interests are interwoven with your own.

We didn't have Skype or e-mail or digital pictures, but (as you suggested) he sent postcards.

He made a point to integrate me into the life he had.

The online profile had been intriguing enough: Dark-eyed stranger, at least as tall as me, a smattering of common musical tastes (I would forgive him Metallica), some hint of wit, a suggestion of creative energy, a fondness for the canine set, his own hair.

My requirements were few and he seemed to fulfill them, so we met at a bar.

He came out without his wallet, he explained as he settled into his chair, in mock tones of lament. He told me he was an inventor, but when I inquired of his creations he grumbled that other people had gotten to all his best ideas first. He told me how much he’d paid for his home, citing a vast number that made my eyes go big. And so went my first foray into the universe of dating as a single parent. For all of the halting, inelegant dating when I was young and single, I could never have predicted how romance-seeking at this stage in life would play out.

But when I dropped him off later (he had no car), he admitted he was a renter, and that he’d paid that much toward his apartment over the years. The rules defining the game were essentially the same, but the players might as well have been parachuted in from a different sport.

We didn't do fancy trips, and he didn't buy me things.

None of those things mattered then and they don't now.

DEAR AMY: I'd like to pass on some words of encouragement to the "Distant Dad" who wrote about his kids being moved 1,000 miles away.