I know. The therapists thought that for each of our own comfort levels we would ping-pong between the two until we felt more comfortable with one or the other. The therapists knew that bouncing back and forth wasn't a good idea long term. But it's true, her therapist is a MONSTER in my eyes. Way, way too accomodating of her feelings. My wife tells her that she feels like I am an "intruder" when I come home from work. The intruder: the person who loves her, loves our kids, would walk through fire for them, who has been inspired to change the parts of myself that didn't make her happy, the intruder who will do anything to save our family. Talk about not seeing the glass half-full. And then, after our miserable session, she asks me last night if I want to order out Japanese food with her. I wanted to tell her that "I feel like an intruder, so I will fetch my own dinner, thank you." Or "Bruce Willis, here, feels like an intruder. So I will pass on dinner with you." Instead I went along with it and then got in my car and left for a few hours after the kids were down. My mother nailed it when she said that I am making things too easy for her. That I am letting her control everything and I am not letting her see the ramifications of the hurt she is causing.
p.s. What she doesn't think about is that Bruce Willis and Demi got a divorce because he was screwing every 22 year old starlet in Hollywood. That's not me, sorry. So I have no respect for that analogy.
