LL, something has to "shift" in our brain. We have to get the idea that we don't need our S, but that it would be nice to have him/her in the picture; that we're not lower than whale you-know-what when S doesn't respond or disses us. At some point, something will click and you'll realize that he is marching to the beat of a different drummer and there's not a blessed thing you can do about it -- except to be the best you that you can, and let the chips fall where they may. Somewhere, in one of his books, Ken Keyes, Jr., describes people like us as addicted to our S. He defines an addiction as an emotion-backed demand or desire, which if not satisfied, makes us unhappy, disturbed, agitated, etc. It was a real eye-opener for me to understand that I was addicted to the M and afraid to let go. More and more, I'm accepting her going her own way, and I never ask anymore what she did, where she went, etc. If she wants to tell me, I'm around. Anyway, something to think about. Sam
