the soccer analogy I have in my head is that W is the angry head coach and at half time she stands nose to nose with me and screams in my face "Give me less than 100% and you are out of here". She goes as on to scream, "Where is all the potential of that promising youth player I first met, where is the great form you showed in 1997. Give me anything less than 100% all game every game and you're out. I have a bench full of youth, experience, and even down and out journeymen all of whom can replace you, Now pull yourself up, get out there and tear the f***ing place up !!!" John thats how I see my situation.
Today W, D7 and I went out of town and I, (no we) bought a car. All three of us approve of the car, D7 even claims to have chosen it, all of which is great. Now back to the analogy but real life, W says to me you're getting the big car (it's still a VW), you gonna put you own private registration on it LA 06 NZO, and just look how you're dressing. If your gonna be the big man in the big car you've got to dress the part (give me 100% all game and every game or else).
Actually on the drive out of town W and I started to reminisce about the times we both use to take afternoons off from work and just drive out into the countryside for romantic picnics and other such things. She says now you have the big car we can get back to doing those things. Today was a very good day.
Tonight W and I chatted again about her fears for FIL, I did my best to reassure her, I'm trying to be the rock in this R. Actually as far back as 1999 when we did some M counselling I was told that I was the rock that this M is based on and W was like a butterfly constantly fliting around. Funny eh?
