All young ladies talk that way when the hurt is bad enough. Sadly, my sheltered oldest has encountered a lot of new and nasty facts throughout the course of this business.
Her dad took it into his cotton-stuffed skull one day to try to get me to agree to a D by some kind of sledge-hammer approach: bellowing at me the names of all the women he'd f***ed in the last few years---where, when, and how. All this in the living room, with the kids in bed close by, not even asleep....I look up, and there's DD11 in pajamas peeping in, looking...indescribable.
It's craziness. He's not a bad man, but the very worst of his nature is on display. I still find it truly shocking--and I'm no gem myself.
When our oldest was born, she was in intensive care for a week, and H and I spent every night sleeping in the waiting room of the hospital. Neither one of us, at that time, could ever have imagined such a scene eleven years later.
Glad you've got an outspoken daughter. She will indeed make H feel ashamed. He ought to feel shame. Shame is underrated!
I haven't got a thread. I was thinking of posting one with a collection of OW's poetry, in case there were any literary critics, or psychiatrists, on the boards to interpret them. But that would be kinda mean. Also, it's not really good for me to keep obsessing over the little doofus.
I'll know I'm truly cured when I can sincerely wish H and Doofus well. Creeping along, but not there yet.
