None of us wants to admit we were possibly a crappy spouse, but something has to give.
No. I am starting to believe I must be the lousiest husband on Earth. Any husband who allows his wife to sleep on a mat with a picture of the dalia lama instead of with him has more than a couple of screws loose himself.
I have allowed her and enabled her search for herself and that plan has back fired in my face. It is time for a new attitude. A new prespective. I am just not finding it, myself. SM
