She wasn't happy, so she should have spoken up (at greater length and less hurtfully) but the same could be said of you, sounds like. Someone gotta drag this stuff, kicking and screaming, out from under the bed.
Oh there was speaking up. I'd been pretty clear and honest with WAW about what the missing piece for me was in that department (she wouldn't inflate a balloon, if you will). And I brought it up a number of times, from about 1993 to 1996 or so. And was told, sometime during the second Clinton administration, that "if I ever brought that up again I'd regret it."
Okay. And I took that admonition seriously until one day, about 2006 or 2007 (after we moved into the current house, because I have a sense memory of the occasion / location), I brought it up again.
Fail. And that was the last time I brought it up, until one of our post-D-bomb good-convos, at which time I was told "that was never going to happen, no matter what."
Okee-dokee. So for me it was Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here.
You know they found the cure for women wanting to blow up ballons don't you?
A: Wedding cake.
Remind me to tell you the story about Neil Armstrong and Manny Klein one day.
M22,H45,W45 S21/18D12 Retain faith that you will prevail in the end, regardless of the difficulties and at the same time confront the most brutal facts of your current reality, whatever they might be.
