Way Too Late Pt 3

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...For us it is the ultimate abandonment and betrayal. For the WAS they feel we are horrible people that are destroying their only chances of happiness or their very existence. I won't defend the WAS action because I happen to think it's about as horrible as murder, but I understand that in their mind it is self defense.

You know what I'm just not getting - is why the dancing on the grave? Why the reaching out to keep poking me with a sharp stick to see if I still move? Like this whole not letting me loose on the patent.

Or, saying she's dropping of a jacket, and then [strike]packing up[/strike] shoving my clothes into a garbage bag and shoes in a box and dropping them at the front door? Just so it's obvious that the OM has the closet space he needs?

Why not box up my LP's and CD's and DVD's and give me my stereo?

Yeah, I can see doing horrible things, saying horrible things to justify whatever sickness has come over her. But, she won. I'm gone. Why not pretend I'm dead?

I've been trying really hard to forgive her. To move on. Live and let live. She has caused me to doubt everything I ever believed about friendship and relationships. And then, she keeps striking out. Isn't she supposed to be happy now? Is it just the potential that she's made me a little more miserable that keeps her going?

It's been in my nature to go after anybody that goes after me. Anybody else would be very sorry at this point. But, I still love her. Dammit. Even when a neighbor lady (same age) came over and started bad-mouthing my W, I couldn't stand it. Sad thing was - it was true.

And now, the last vestige of my family is fading away. When the MIL was talking about me in past tense - I knew something was up. I've just been in denial for 3 months. 3 months. Good Lord. And now instead of wanting to buy time I just want it to be over.