The morning spouse talked about his misery, I felt such sorrow for his pain. My passive BS meter asked what woman is feeding you those lines.
Recently he's said we can have nothing that implies we're a couple, since it confuses the children. Not even jointly giving an 18th birthday gift to our son. My BS meter says he's afraid of anything that implies a couple.
My reply was that the kids would know we were working together as parents. He squashed that.. and I realized.. it takes two. One person may be able to affect change in a couple relationship, but it takes each parent being a parent to work together AS parents.
Family is my core. Ripping my family apart is what kills me. Selfishly shredding a basic belief and security of the children's, of mine is untenable. But he's doing it, stomping in the china shop of our home until he gets his way.
Go. Shoo. I don't allow that.
You want to be in my life, spouse, grow some balls. Face what you're afraid of. Deal with what upsets you. Work with me. Work for you. Work for us. Work for the kids. Cause this mamma mia is done with a one sided selfish prickle.
