Gerda, thank you for providing a different perspective.
Since I sent over the expense list H requested through his L last week, there’s been no movement on his end. The legal fight barely got started and I’m already tired of it. Ugh.
I’m watching Eat Pray Love for the first time right now (I know I’m super late to the party) and this really resonated with me:
I have boundary issues with men. Or maybe that’s not fair to say. To have issues with boundaries, one must have boundaries in the first place, right? But I disappear into the person I love. I am the permeable membrane. If I love you, you can have everything. You can have my time, my devotion, my ass, my money, my family, my dog, my dog’s money, my dog’s time—everything. If I love you, I will carry for you all your pain, I will assume for you all your debts (in every definition of the word), I will protect you from your own insecurity, I will project upon you all sorts of good qualities that you have never actually cultivated in yourself and I will buy Christmas presents for your entire family. I will give you the sun and the rain, and if they are not available, I will give you a sun check and a rain check. I will give you all this and more...
