W wanted to sign separation agreement today. I didn't call her. I'll call her monday AM.
I guess this is all for the best. I failed her, and then she failed me. I'd always thought marriage was about helping each other get back up after you fall down, but I guess not. It's just a state of slowly getting on each other's nerves until one of you does something desperate to get out of the situation.
Part of the problem with DB, as I'm sure everyone on here has felt - both WAS & LBS - is, when do I feel respected? If I pour all this energy and emotion into the relationship, when does it get returned in a way I need? Why does it always have to be about the other person and their inability to deal with their issues, or work on things, or say no, or whatever.
And why do men and women understand each other so poorly?! Haven't we had a really long time to figure this out? I mean, I look back on my sitch and I have no clue what the best strategy would be. And it's over! In the movies, you'd chase after them and then look long into their eyes until they melted and everything was okay. In DB, you do the LRT and they start to understand what they're throwing away. In reality? Well. It's complicated and unclear and you may be doing the LRT when they just want you to call them.
Maybe marriage is unnatural - we should change partners every 10 years so that as we change our partners are in sync. Otherwise, we're all just in pain.
