Well the W just cannot seem to control herself with pretty much daily criticisms and multiple jabs at me. I am continuing to maintain my cool but I have to say I am feeling almost totally over the sitch and am really starting to want out pretty bad. I honestly don't even think I like her let alone love her at this point. Is this a part of the process that the vets have seen/experienced?
I am finding myself walking the line between being bummed that the kids will be shuttling between two houses and all the logistics, not to mention the huge added expense, but then feeling a sense of relief and dare I say happiness of not having to listen to the W's BS. And getting complete control of my house, without the constant micro-management and control by W. It's a conflicted feeling but I find myself focusing on a lot of silver linings at this point.
