The big mystery: How long do you have to wait? Months, years, decades?
The music analogy kinda came from the first few pages of John Stienbach's the Pearl. The poor fisherman sits on his stupe of his hut and thinks about how lucky he is to have this rythym in his home & village as his baby wakes and the sun comes over the horizon. Then wife wakes along with the reast of the town. Wanta get away for a while read the Pearl or any Stienbach.
My W only wants to argue, nothing else. i try so hard not to. She has a thought process that goes like this. Whenever i say anything to her she replys with the nastest comments she possibly can to start a fight. I try to be so nice but she rebounds with another nasty comment. I long for a break from this. I am going to try all of your suggestions above.
No Arguing and be quite and calm.
This is so hard. Thanks for your thought, they comfort me.
