I'm a little late getting in on this, but I got called to work on Tuesday evening, spent all night at the office, and didn't even look at a computer again until this morning.
What I want to say is a little more difficult. It seems that every time I’ve responded to you lately, it’s been to tell you that I don’t know what to tell you. True to form, I don’t know what to say this time either. I’m saddened that your M is apparently coming to an end. The end of a M, even the most hellish, is always a difficult thing. I’m sorry that you’re going through that.
The other side of the coin is that I’m happy that you seem to have a clear vision of who you are, what you want, and how to get there from here. I’m certainly in no position to pass judgment on your H or on your R with him, but taking the things you’ve said at face value, it seems pretty untenable. It looks like Mr. Wilson is admitting to being LD, but blaming you for it and steadfastly refusing to even try to address the problem. Telling you that the only way you can ever hope for things to change is by transforming yourself into Barbie is rude, demeaning, and whatever other bad words you like. Incongruous as it may seem to say this on a DB board, if that’s the best he’s got, maybe you should get out.
This is all very difficult for me. As I’ve said before, I’ve become quite attached to some of the people on this BB. I’m a “fixer”; I want to fix my M and I want to see everybody here fix theirs. I don’t want to admit that sometimes they just can’t be fixed. I don’t want to see you throw in the towel. But I very much want to see you happy and fulfilled, personally, emotionally, sexually, and …
Whatever you ultimately decide, stick around. We would miss you terribly.
