Ford and lwb, I originally thought I overreacted, but you're right, I'm drawing lines. I spoke to my C today and he gave me an excellent way of addressing what I did last night. And it segues nicely into telling her, because of her behavior, she would have to move out. I'm thinking of telling her tonight.
My wife is out of control, for sure. Barely ten minutes ago, she tells me that she's going with her classmates to the amusement park this Thursday -- without our kids. She says we don't have any money to pay for the kids' tickets. So guess what she does? She goes to her dad to ask for money for her ticket. (As you can see, we're dealing with a 34-year old woman who's regressing here, who, when I look back, has never really learned how to "leave and cleave." Issues, issues).
About Horton, it was great. I'm embarrassed to say though that because of what I'm going through, I was identifying with Horton's struggles along the way, injecting myself in every situation. I totally felt Horton's anguish in losing the speck of dust on a pink clover among a massive field of pink clovers. The speck of course represents my marriage. The kangaroo mom represents my wife. She liked to point out Horton's faults every step of the way. Reminded me of the time when I was in the dark about the A, how she constantly pointed out my shortcomings (which turned out to be comparisons to the OM). I liked the ending, however, when Horton extends his hand of forgiveness to the kangaroo, after she was proven wrong about Horton and the speck of dust.
As you can see, I'm still holding out hope for my wife, in spite of all that's going on right now.
