The detachment is so hard to do. We sometimes have normal family time. Last night the kids had an event and we all hung out like a normal family. Everything seemed great. Even talked a little about the R (I know.....I know.....I know.......) I didn't bring it up and I ended the conversation. I sat there and listened to her tell me what a monster I've been for 26 years, that she hasn't traveled the world enough because of me and my career and a few other things. I sat and listened, told her understood why she felt the say she did. It gets me no where and I feel like I'm running in quicksand.
