This morning W called to demand that I get a different job that makes more money or she would file for D. I just said do what you need to do.
The rest of this post represents some of the conversation and negativity I'm getting from W.
Now W is convinced everyone hates her and everything is hopeless. She can't believe what we all believe. She can't get over her parents not accepting her and her whole, horrible childhood. She wasn't treated right, and now she owes it to that little girl she used to be to stick up for her, and say the things that she wasn't able to say as a little girl.
W is saying she is ready for me to take the kids and she will live on the streets, that she is completely and totally hopeless. That she can't fake that she believes in God anymore. The only thing that makes sense to her is to run herself into the ground, so she can never hold her head up again.
W is verbally working through years of pain and frustration and abandonment from her father.
I want to leave because I don't want to taint my kids. The way your childhood is dictates the rest of your life. I thought I could overcome my crappy childhood, but you don't want to work with me and I don't know what else to do.
