Just stop over analyzing, nit picking, justifying.
Stop the gazillion emails.
What she does in her own time is hers.
What you do in your life is yours.
Getting those two mixed creates a toxic waste dump and is torturous.
Are you each other's emotional confidante? That's what married folks are.
And over time you're mean to each other, really really mean. What does that serve?
Everything about you invites questions. Which Famous Asian City? The cloak of secrecy, the need to know. Are you still in counseling for what was making things get better right before the bomb? A cat with a mouse.
As entertaining and as erudite as you are, at some point she's responsible for her own happiness, her own care as are you. She'll figure it out eventually. What's in the fridge is not your concern. That's why God created take out.
And, let it go. Take off the burden of smileytudiness privately and see who you are, away from the masses, the scripts, the judgment. Just look.
