Hang tough. I think you need to file. She has had enough cake.
I know what I should do. No matter how much space I give her while we are still in the same house, it's never enough. I can't do the laundry right or the dishes or anything else. She was always that way, though. I think that's part of the reason I stopped helping with certain things. Now I just do it and don't care what she says or how mad she gets. When she's gone, I will have to do it anyway. May as well get used to it. NOTHING makes her happy or relaxed at home. The kids drive her crazy, I drive her crazy either by not helping enough or in the right way or trying to do too much.
Like Coach said yesterday, I am the source of her feeling trapped. I thought I had let her go but it seems the only way to fully do that is to get the D rolling. Give her what she wants. We'll see if I can find my nut$ and do what I keep talking myself out of.
