be the bigger person and look deeper and see how you both harmed each other
I do and I have. I want to work on this. I know how I did things wrong with her.
Here is a perfect example.
She just came by 15 minutes ago. I was moping these hard wood floors. The door is wide open and the screen door is not locked. She was ringing the door bell like crazy. She opened the door and called for son. I said we are back here. She called for him again. She said why didn't you answer your phone. I said I didn't hear it ring. I'm moping. I walked to that section of the house. She was standing there with the door open. I was like what are you doing. She said I want to see if he wants to come with me to go to church. I asked her what mass she was going too. She told me. He told her no. I said where is daughter. She said in the car. We walked outside. She said do not even look at her. I waved to daughter and blew her a kiss. I said why. She said because she is miserable and acting like a little B|tch. I said please do not talk about our daughter that way. (Now before someone gets in a huffy. Son was in the house and daughter was in the car with the windows up.) She said well you know its true. I said I do not think that of our daughter and I said I do not even think that of you. She said yeah right.
I then asked daughter if she wants to stay with me. But she didn't answer and wife was pulling away.
AmyC... I had flashback memories when she was WAW@Home. I was working in the kitchen. I remember I was a little buzzed up. I came home and she was in my face. I pushed her. Then I tried to slap her. Because she was accusing me of cheating on her. It was after 11. I was screaming at her to shut up. I didn't do anything wrong. I remember sitting there installing the sink crying, wailing over it. She asked me what was wrong. I told her. She said you are just bringing me down and stormed out of the house.
The thing is she never brings up that story. She brings the story up of how I spit water in her face and how I jammed a pizza in her face.
She never brings the story up of how she threw a margerine container at me though, or the more recent peanut butter jar.
The margerine container story. I was out shooting with my buddies. We went to the bar afterwords to have a couple of drinks. Next thing I know pig girl walks in. I said please do not tell my wife I'm in here. I'm just having two drinks with my pals and I'm going on. I'm not galavanting and she would not understand. Pig girl said deal as long as you don't tell your wife that I'm in here with a married man. I was like what. She said well I need some and he is available tonight, but he is married.
I said deal. She said you wife would kill me if she knew I was with a married man.
That very next morning. She sang. At 8:30 I was installing hard wood flooring. Next thing I know a tub of margerine comes flying by my head. She said didn't you think my friend was going to tell me you were at the bar. Your little secrets out, and I know she was with a married man because she is a pig just like you.
So there you have it. Pig girl looks good. I look bad. Now the pig girl validates. I found her on FB too. She list her religion as spiritual. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA don't make me laugh. Yeah spiritual to the gold calf and the sex gods.
I don't feel restless. I still have hope.
I have reflected my wrongs, and I'm still telling you she hasn't accepted one iota of resposibility for failure.
