If I allow myself to stop and think for a moment I find it quite unnerving, scary even. Even now I tend to take it for granted that xW is, if nothing else, a good and conscientious mother -- and she has never, ever let me think otherwise if she has a chance to have input into my thinking. She has always tried very hard (too hard) to be a strong, decisive mother to our S's, the "super-mom", even rubbing my nose in it at times when I don't measure up the same. That, coupled with her "all-knowing", "unquestionable" Nursing skills, has lead me to dub her the "uber-RN". She wants everyone to assume by rote that she always knows what's best for the safety, health and education of our children.
But when I consider something like this...
...I have to conclude that she's a fraud. It also underscores in my mind that my W is truly dead, in every sense of the word except that her body is still animated.
I have always suspected that people actually lose their souls long before the life has left their bodies. A lifetime of sins and inequities leech away at their souls till eventually nothing is left but the living husk.
