Quote: If fact, it was probably that detachment (but detachment without being "lovingly supportive") that got us into this predicament in the first place.
Come on guys, how many of you relished those Sunday afternoons when our wives would be out all day and the longer, the better, so we could watch Petyton Manning or Shaun Alexander in peace, or play Doom 3 in the study, or whack off to internet porn in the basement, or whatever self-gratifying waste of time we choose for ourselves. For the longest time, the most anxious I ever got was concerned over the longer she was gone, the more worried I got about how big the stack of credit card reciepts would be when she returned.
Sheesh, how true this is. I can remember those times very vividly. Makes me feel kinda sad and guilty all at the same time.
Very strange, in my sitch it has been a complete role reversal where I'm playing the part of my W prior to the EA and she's being me. She was always very insecure about our relationship and would constantly seek reassurances from me on every level. I used to get at least two or three calls at work from home each day. I used to get the "do you love me" questions, etc. Used to bug the heck out of me, but hey, I loved her and I went along with it....doesn't mean I liked it. Fast forward to now, I'm doing, or was, the exact same things to her. I'm the one who agonizes over her whereabouts, I'm the one seeking reassurances, I'm the one who feels as though I am "just there" in my home. Boo!
"Achieve success, but without vanity; Achieve success, but without aggression; Achieve success, but without gain; Achieve success, but without force." Lao Tzu
