If he is gonna be an ass who puts shallow BS before my kids' well being and self esteem, than I would rather he just get run over.
Initiate Mojolation Countdown:
Time to sit down and wrestle with the Big One, the Mother of All Self-Assessments, the $10,000 Question. And it begins this way: If H truly is that guy....
You know the rest. Your part in it. No -- I don't mean your part in the D, that self-acceptance/acknowledgment from the _DB_ book. That's a different hunk o' responsibility.
I mean your part in Who WAH Is. What a terrible thing to realize -- I picked THAT?
Meh! You want a good male role model for the kids? Go out and get one!
But you're not going to be attractive to Good Male Role Model (With Six-Pack Abs And Leading Man Good Looks, If You Don't Mind) if you're dragging old Shmedlap along with you everywhere you go.
Maybe the reason you're struggling in your sleep is that two sides of your brain are locked in combat -- the romantickal loving wife "just make it better" side versus the hotsie-totsie MILFilicious "I know I can do better than that" side.
When the going got tough, ol' Shmedlap there got going, didn't he? Seems to me that, if you've been clear and honest with yourself about your role in his decision, if you've been GALing and 180'ing and he's still Shmedlap, there's really only one question: Do you believe he can stop being Shmedlap?
If the answer is yes, keep working; but if the answer -- the Brutal Reality of the Stockdale Paradox, right? -- is "no," then maybe it's time to let ol' Shmedlap just keep walking?
Now maybe ol' Shmedlap will come to his senses, maybe not; but La Moja will be rocking it hard! And he can lead, follow, or get the hell out of the way.
