After my W's blow-up and as part of my relentless pursuit of making her happy, my D and I put together 2 photo albums of 1,000 pictures of the family from when the kids were little to the present. They were supposed to be gifts for Valentines day. Went through tons of photos while W was out at the bars with her "friends". She came home very late that night (almost 3am) and I was very upset. She proceeded to berate me for still being up and ruining her night out. We talked until 5am when she finally said we have to go to be. Had to be up at 7am for S's basketball game.
I pulled one of the photo albums out and gave it to her. She broke down in tears and called hersalf an a$$. 5 months later she filed for a "D". Nothing I did made any positive difference.
I don't know if there are any lessons there or just a similar story, but I thought I would relay it to you.
