Uh-oh. Looks like someone has broken STBXMRSSP's heart again. Total capitulation on child support - she gave up her line of defense on underpayment, paid the agreed amount and the difference she owed and then sent one of her patented nearly-kinda-sorta-almost-what-you-might-call-open poor, poor, pitiful me e-mails about how I was right way back when, she'll never have love in her life again and even though it's painful to look at photographs of us she's glad she remembers how love was and blahdee-blah-blah. The trick, as always, was to not spit on this...well, not an olive branch but a twig of an olive branch...while maintaining boundaries. As I put it to Miss Someone, I had to strike a balance between accessible - not locked away in angry isolation - and available - not creating the impression that she could just do the fall-back-guy/consolation prize thing at will. So acknowledged, validated, heard - but not reciprocated. Sounds like she's been listening to that EG Kight song again.
