I was getting impatient, so I went back and re-read parts of the DR book. I seem to be on the right track since she is pretty much out the door.

Some resentment built up that I think she could sense. She's spent me to the brink. No big purchases, but death by 1,000 cuts. (although she did spend $300 on a weekend with her equally disturbed friend. When I told her we never spent $300 on a date she said "Isn't it sad." What a brat.) It bothers me that she's still living here enjoying the benefits of marriage. She needs to get a job.

The more I read about BPD, (some take it as stunted emotional development), the more I see her as a teenager. She reasons like my niece, and the way I did at that age. Why am I doing this again?

It reminds me of the meme before there were memes: there was a picture of a jaw-dropping woman in a bikini, and the caption said, "Somewhere is a guy who's sick of her sh!t"


M: 41 W: 41
Married 2003
2 boys 9 & 6
Bomb Dropped May 2017