I come back home. She's lockes in her room. I joke with the kids. She eventually comes out, friendly. Complains about her job, complains about something else, she's about to cry, throws in a barb about me being mean. I validate her "terrible situation". She's thankful, says she won't remember this in six months, than disappears to have a bath.
Standard "mean to me" response when people say things they don't like.
I'm guessing she's way off kilter with things? I didn't throw a big fight, still positive and friendly.
I feel I'm WAY out of my depth here. I'd never do this, I've never felt this sick in the stomach before. Deep down I feel this is right. Maybe it's too late to stand up. Maybe she has to move out and LRT kicks in. But in a weird way thi feels right. I've pulled the cake from the spoiled WAW. What friend fantasy world is she living in?
It's absolutely #$&%ed how i feel my sitch is but everyone here, thank you for giving me the courage to step up. I've changed tremendously before I came here and I feel more so since. I noticed the other day I was driving more assertively, a reflection of how I'm feeling inside.
I will get through this one way or another. And I know this is just the beginning. I'm not apologising for the back to back posts, only NG would do that.
