If D was just an event that you endure and live through, this would be an easier task. But, in reality, D is more like having a family member (maybe demented uncle or something) who requires management and care despite the diminished positive returns. D is a lifestyle...an octopus with tentacles.
I loathe the idea of managing my R with H for the rest of my days...but for the sake of my children (they love those demented uncles)...I will have to find a way.
Caveat- Of course, if H (AKA demented Uncle), turned around and decided he wanted to devote himself to me and our M and our family, he would immediately morph into the man of my dreams...why? Just because he wants to be here?
As I told H, he was a train-wreck, but he was my train-wreck. Are we chasing train-wrecks? Or, are we the train-wrecks...
