dday, gaining traction

[dday]

I am a little excited. I am nervous. I hate that I am in this sitch. I feel sorry for my boys, both of our families, our friends, and future grandkids even. W decision is going to make a huge change in everything. But, it is hers to make.

I'm done appeasing, backing down and rolling over. I will not mortgage my, or my boys, future. She doesn't mind, but I do. I'll never understand, and I know I should quit trying. Not my monkey.

I will be basically starting over, with my retirement and clothes and tools. I can do this, but my comfortable lifestyle is gone. So is hers. So is my boys. I will have to overcome and instill the values of never quitting in my boys. I know they will see the consequences for the rest of their lives. But, I will try and use that as a teaching moment when they are older.

I would have killed or died for her. Worked my ass off to give her things. Now she tells me that she doesn't respect me. Crazy