Well... I'm back. I fell off the wagon. I got comfortable. She didn't leave... Well, at least not physically. I used the advice of all and it worked very quickly, but I didn't follow through and it all melted away very quickly too. We had another episode of "I'm done. I don't love you. I want a divorce. If we didn't have this house, I would leave immediately. I'm further away this time than before." Well... we worked on it yet again... Well, that should be "I" and "I" really didn't work too hard. We've had our run-ins, some rather nasty, but other times it is somewhat sterile. We never ML, she never says ILY, but oddly enough, she talks about a future with me in it, sleeps with me, doesn't talk about leaving except last Friday night she told me a part of her still wants to be gone. And last night at MC, she said that one foot was out the door. The issues at hand are my parenting style and my tone of voice. There was an issue with my drinking, but not so much anymore... She never throws that one at me, and I haven't drank in a couple of weeks... even when she and her friend were having refreshments on the deck the other night. We did ML that night, but I think I was in bed with Smirnoff.
