I rarely, if ever get into this "Piecing" area. I keep expecting to burst into flames. But, Figgy's vigilant and pointed out I oughta stop by.
As someone who cares, I have that bias that says, "get the hell out of Dodge" and save yourself from this noise. However, I'm going to try and temper it with some coffee in my system.
I hear that your wife isn't listening. I hate ultimatums. Truly and fer certain. I think it's time for an ultimatum. You have to look out for what you need too. This has been a looooong time thing for you. At least a few years, huh? And it seems like a lot of the surface problems are clouding the personal perception for you. Like you're going more from ALF to Arthur Miller in your self-perception and your view of the kids' perceptions. Don't carry the world, man. It orbits without your help.
That invitation to the campfire is always open. I've got a few axes, so I'm sure we could loan one to you for a few nights.
