DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I just came out of a big black hole of depression.

My family kept saying, “All you need is a good job,” which made me feel so useless. I couldn’t seem to land one — I had no energy, couldn’t ace an interview and only fell deeper into the pit.

Then, a month ago, my doctor was replaced by a new one and I told her about my depressing job situation. She asked me a bunch of questions, and said, “Job or no job, you are clearly depressed and having trouble functioning.”

She got me on an anti-depressant that worked and I started to feel normal, hopeful and happy. A bit of time has passed now and I feel really good

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: My daughter, who’s 19, and her boyfriend, 20, have rented a tiny cabin close to us (but not within hearing distance) to stay for a week in early July.

Her dad and I are not stupid. We know it’s because they intend to have sex at the beach. Frankly, I’m relieved, but how do we approach this touchy subject with them?

— Mom and Dad, Grand Beach

Dear Mom and Dad: Don’t approach it! Just relax, as your daughter and her sweetheart are acting like adults — because they are adults now and have a sex life together. It doesn’t warrant any probing or embarrassing discussions.

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I always feel romantic and very sexual up at the lake. But my new wife of just a year, who is a fair bit younger than I am, is too busy socializing to notice I’m in need of her affection.

She’s primarily occupied with meeting new neighbours, hitting the beach and drinking cocktails. She’s already met a lot of the early-bird beach people on our weekends up this spring, and they think she’s just great.

I drive into town to stock the fridge and buy liquor for the constant gathering of guests on our deck. My new wife is totally happy being busy with socializing.

My ex-wife was a serious non-drinker, but I don’t criticize my new spouse about her alcohol intake. To be honest though, I really don’t want to spend all summer constantly entertaining and drinking with the new friends.

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I have a wicked time trying to get to sleep, and when the sun stays up so long, it’s worse! I lie awake in the half-light and finally fall into a fitful sleep with creepy dreams.

Some people might like to be scared to death, but I don’t! It’s gotten so I stay up watching TV, trying to dodge the deeper dreaming that lies ahead. Do you have any ideas that can help me?

— Summer Nightmares, downtown

Dear Victim of Summer Nightmares: A dear friend of mine who almost lost her life, but finally regained her health, has been the recipient of lots of restorative sleep advice.

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: I had to go shopping at the city’s edge for a special birthday gift for my husband. I suddenly spotted my man’s unique custom-painted vehicle — and a passenger inside with long hair, wearing a baseball hat. Naturally, I honked, and I know he saw me, but he sped away!

I didn’t know what to do, so I phoned him, but he didn’t answer.

Then I went back home. An hour later he came home and said, “So now you know!” And I said, “Know what? What am I supposed to know?” And then he went silent. So did I!

He must have had someone with him in the car who shouldn’t have been there. It must have been a woman — but you never know these days. I don’t want to lose my husband and the father of my children!

DEAR MISS LONELYHEARTS: Every summer my wife, who hates the heat, wants to buy a new house “with perfect air conditioning.” I’m happy with the fans we’ve got and refuse to shell out so much money.

This year she has decided she’ll accept my decision without complaining, but she’ll be sleeping in the spare room in the cool basement! I thought she was just kidding, but this evening when I came home, she was camped out in the basement with one fan ready “just in case.”

I can’t get to sleep without her, so I caved in and jumped in with her in the old basement. She rewarded me with the best sex we’ve had in years. Now what? I don’t want to sleep in the basement, but I want the hot lovemaking! What do you suggest?

— Temporarily Satisfied, But Confused, River Heights