I was surprised to receive a response to the letter I sent my WAW. It was over four pages in small type so at least she put some effort into it. Sadly, it was mostly a loss. Some blaming me, some rehash of old problems (real and imagined), and a laundry list of things she feels she needs/deserves.
Unfortunately, I can't meet the requirements of the list (in fact, the expectation is so high I'm not certain there is a man alive who could). As a result, there is nothing to save. Expectations of that kind are impossible to fight and I could kill myself trying over the next ten years with no hope of ever reaching the bar.
I won't bore everyone with the details (and, frankly, I'm too exhausted to do it anyway right now). It's a very sad thing, but I've got no winning position. As the Gambler said, "You got to know when to hold 'em and know when to fold 'em". I held 'em for the seven months I promised myself. Now that I know what my WAW expects and that there is no way I can measure up, it's time to fold 'em.
