"buffet of choice." That's weird, I was thinking along these lines this very morning. I thought about the buffet analogy where we HDs see the luscious food, yet are not allowed to eat it. I also thought about the liberty and freedom and yes, that we have so many choices available to us. I can choose to stay and be quiet. I can choose to storm out and leave my W and kids and ex-W to fend for themselves as I hitch hike to Mexico to begin my life as an ex-pat anonymous author. I can choose something between those two extremes. I can choose when and how to tell my W that it's time to fish or cut bait.
Oh, and Jenny, I am not way more scarier in real life than I am on this board. I pretty much lay it all out for all of you to see here, and, because we're all anonymous for the most part, I don't hold back the parts that make me look bad. I learned long ago that if you are seeking help from someone, you need to tell them ALL the relevant details, even if they aren't particularly self-flattering.
And you were right about her need to feel "safe." And yes, you were right that I shouldn't let that dissuade me from making my own point. I feel comfortable with my decision last night to keep my mouth shut and my penis to myself. Given my awareness that she sometimes puts the Mask of her Dad onto my face, I didn't want her to have to endure two smackdowns in one night.
