Yeah...that Christmas really sucked! It was my son's 1st Christmas, so I was really looking forward to it. Instead it ended up becoming nothing but what I call...an emotional sh*t storm! I remember sitting in the bathtub, while everyone else was out in the living room, crying and soaking in a warm bath, with a beer in my hand because I just needed some time to have an emotional breakdown. My H walked into the bath to see what I was doing...took one look at me in the state I was in and asked if I'd like another bottle of beer...or a six-pack LOL. He knew he was part of what was causing me grief bless his pea-pickin heart...he just didn't (at that time) know how to go about helping really.
I really hope that CeMar is able to see the light...or for that matter that maybe his W will, but he can't count on that. Sometimes that happens, sometimes it doesn't....but it still seems to me that he's assuming what she will/won't/can't do...preemptive, like you were saying.
I wish him luck...but until he can get past the resentments and the proverbial chip on his shoulder I don't see how the improvements will come. But that's me, perhaps I'm being pessimistic because of what I've experienced not only within my relationship with my LDH, but what I've seen with my parents as well.
