The long email arguments don't fit with the detached and moving on SP...they are hurtful and indulgent. You guys have MC for such conversations
@Coach -
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How's that e-mail argument working for you?
Spectacularly well, and thank you for asking!
It's been going on non-stop, alllllllll-dam-day! Coming back from my interview for part-time work at Enemy University, on the Freeway, stuck in traffic, fat-fingering that iPhone like a mo-fo! At the optometrist! At the bookstore! At the sandwich shop! At the red light! Point/counterpoint, attack/counter-attack, blast/counter-blast, first-strike/second-strike/ bouncing the rubble!
And....breakthrough. WAW got bested, you see, when she accused me of something and I wrote back
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Pot (to Kettle): "You're black!"
And she threw a hissy snippy b*tchy fit and declared she wasn't going to stay at my effin' house while I'm on my effin' business trip this effin' week and have to take care of my effin' dog and the dog could die for all she effin' cared and it'll be my effin' fault and anyway don't I effin' have somebody to f**k and why don't I effin' go f**k her and leave WAW Herself the f**k alone, and she called "game over, I quit, I'm taking my football and going home!"
And with nary a moment's warning Smiley's Person released the hounds and deployed the MIRVs and called her out on that by wielding aMarital Codewordthat hasn't been wielded in years and told her there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that was going to happen because she gave as good as she got and what's up with the being vulnerable Miss I'm Not Vulnerable and I guess I shouldn't be surprised that she's going to run away from a fight because running away is what she does, and for F**K'S SAKE why doesn't she finally, finally, finally do the thing I've been begging her to do since D-bomb + 30 days: To stop being noble and stop pretending she's not hurt and not vulnerable and that everything's o-kizay and hunky-dory and right-as-rain and Just...Let....It....All...Out!
And, brother, did she. And it was freakin' beautiful. She channeled her inner General Patton -- she waded into me, spilled my blood, shot me in the belly! She didn't just murder me, she used my steaming guts to grease the treads of her tanks.
We heard it allll, sports fans! The Nittyand the Gritty. Being a True and Almost Certainly Fact-filled Accounting of the past 12 months, from first inklings of sufficient marital discord to prompt longing thoughts of "Total Freedom" through divorce to first ticklings of Neglected Lady-Parts at the advances of Signore to the Big A itself to the breakup of same, to the stories she's told to make herself sound Grand -- and, of course, Around The World In 80 Smiley's Person's Failures, Failings, Hurts, and Deceits.
Now. Finally. The brush has been cleared. We can move forward, in whatever direction "forward" takes us, with everything out in the open.
And thank the frickin' gods for that.
@mindfull -
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I see your W providing input on how you SHOULDN'T better your career, as it would impact hers too much... Is this the SAME W bellyachin' and announcing to the world that you want to be aided in support forever???
