doodler-- a little bleak (couldn't help but notice it was your 666th post and got a flashback to the Book of Revelations), but a needed kick in the pants. I do get sick to death of myself and all of the bowing and scraping and pleading I've done. It hasn't helped, it's actually hurt, and it makes me feel badly about myself. Now to figure out how to stop being the doormat.
I didn't notice that it was my 666th post; I wasn't trying to be evil.
I didn't mean to be bleak. Actually, I don't think things are bleak at all. I don't want the WW anywhere near me because I don't want to be the rubble in her wake of destruction. Not being rubble is a good thing. I chose to step aside and let her do her thing and if she someday decides she wants to come back, we'll see if she's willing to work for the opportunity. In the meantime, I've got two sons to raise and an endless list of things to do. The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades.
