Keep Your Hands Offa My Mojo

[Kettricken]

Upon reflection, I wonder if I'm not responding to the conversation as much as the emotions. Whether or not the Mrs has her reasons, her behavior ATM (throwing her multiple infidelities in your face, with details, in context of how you nevah did it for her) is the acme of disrespect and classless behavior, I don't care if you are the worst lover in the history of the world. In that context, your response of "Good for you!!!!" sounds a lot more like a gambit than an authentic response.

Mind you, a 'nyah-nyah-nyah, I could care less who you f*ck, can't hurt me' gambit is no more than she deserves at this point, with the reaping and the sowing, etc. But ... an aid to genuine human contact and conversation, it ain't. If you are really beyond caring about that, suppose it doesn't matter. Except that you still have to co-parent, at the very least. I wonder -- don't know, wonder -- how much of her continued extreme expressed WAWliness is an effort to pierce your armor somehow..."WHY doesn't he care? I'll MAKE him care!!!" I'm not saying that's *your* problem, except as above, with the civil conversation co-parenting thing.

I don't disbelieve that you want the best for her, as she's someone you've cared about for a long time. Greatly to your credit, etc. But you seemed to get there .... *really* fast. So I, too, wonder if there isn't a great whacking bill of rage and pain out there to be paid at some point for all this mojo. Although perhaps you've been processing that elsewhere more than here. The difficulty with the faux-intimacy of this venue is the subtle assumption that we're seeing everything about the poster's sitch, when clearly we're not....

Maybe what you and Rob and O'dog are describing is just part of the process, though. Maybe you guys just naturally pull back, disconnect, take a break at times even though it seems counterintuitive and even though there is more emotion to be processed.

It may appear odd and somewhat emotionally suspect from the outside, but really, who cares?

Carry on, Men.