But you see, @TimeHeals, you are talking about something else entirely. You are talking about wishing perspective was changeable.

I'm not talking about changing STBX's perspective. I don't think she is changing her perspective, at least not in the evolutionary or developmental sense that you're using the concept.

I think she's changing the story to fit what she wants to believe at any given moment, mostly to facilitate obfuscation and torment.

I mean, sure, a person's perspective can change. For example, a person could go from faith to agnosticism to atheism, have a moment on the Road to Damascus, and go back to faith.

Those are changes in perspective.

What we have here, on the other hand, is a person who is essentially -- just to keep the metaphor going -- cycling between every favor of Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, Taoism, Confucianism, atheism, New Age and Don Juan's Yaqui Way of Knowledge at the drop of hat. Quote Scripture, and she says, "Oy, don't you remember I'm Jewish?" Quote a shtetl story, and she says, "Bismallah! There is no God but Allah, and Mohammad is his messenger."

She's like a human King Crimson album -- it's a total mystery what you're going to hear on the next track.

I'm talking about being wide-eyed-in-wonder-dumbstruck that anyone could have so tenuous a connection to something one could remotely even call a perspective.

I'm talking about how it is a never-ending source of amazement to me that this is what she has by way of "perspective," this ever-changing, shape-shifting, amorphous, history-rewriting story.

And I'm gobsmacked that she doesn't get why I would find it difficult to keep up with them all. Helllooooo, Sybil much?

I mean, when she tells me, by way of an example of her Total Womanly Greatness, an anecdote from our apparently disastrous-from-the-altar marriage that illustrates just how she toughed it out until she couldn't tough it out no more; and when I point out that, um, you sort of have it backwards, that was actually me who did that; and then she stares blankly and says, "Well, that's just a detail" and proclaims she doesn't understand what is my problem anyway I'm missing the point -- that, my man, is some King-Hell Not-Getting-It Walkaway stuff right there.