Since I left, I always, always, ALWAYS jumped at the chance to help her, hoping, beyond hope, that if I help her enough, she'll eventually realize that I am not all that bad, and I have changed. That proved to be a cheeseless tunnel for me.
I've finally taken an objective look at my sitch....every time...EVERY TIME....something happens where i begin to pull away and move forward (or she thinks I am), she pulls me back in by asking me to do things for her...sending me pix messages of hte kids...being overly friendly.....then she pulls away again when she knows i'm not going anywhere. SHe's gotten upset whenever i've mentioned me buying a house on my own. Anytime i show that i'm moving forward with my life, she tries to reel me back in.
This never ceases to amaze me. Really. Sometimes I think God just sits up there and laughs, I really do . . .
