I included her response in today's edition, because it was so fucking funny and self defeating. Her answer is in bold, mine is in italics.
DEAR CRABBY: After breakfast on Saturdays, my husband and I settle in, listen to music and read the newspaper. It's our Saturday morning ritual.
As part of it, when I get to your column, I read it out loud to my husband. We enjoy the letters and your advice. When I finish, my husband almost invariably says, "You know, those letters are made up."
Abby, I think they are real, albeit edited, but genuine. He thinks they're fake. Who's right? -- TRUE BELIEVER IN MICHIGAN
DEAR TRUE BELIEVER: You are. I could never make up anything as interesting as the mail that arrives from my readers day after day.
Thanks for writing yourself Abby. Really believable. Why would you post a letter like that, aside from trying to make yourself seem more honest? This seems like the actions of a con artist. Fake or not, just publish the letters. "Answering" this letter doesn't validate you.