I don’t know, Chrome, I don’t feel like a man-o-steel. In fact, I feel like a failure for not making her leave. The C was very clear that I should make her leave. He said it repeatedly. And I didn’t. Sure, he said that I stood up to her, but it really doesn’t feel that way. It feels like she got away with it again. She treated the girls like sh!t, she created all sorts of uproar in the family, and she’s walking away unscathed again. And by letting her pretend that it never happened, I’m letting her.
The only good I see out of it is a change in my own attitude and perspective. Like I said before, I actually wanted her to leave. That’s a first. I absolutely believed that she was leaving, and I didn’t care. I didn’t care and the girls didn’t care. In fact, D18 said that if W left, it would be better for them. They also offered to step up to the plate and start doing more of the cooking.
When I think about it, leaving is her only weapon and it’s been pretty much negated. She doesn’t work, so there’s no financial impact. The girls won’t care. I’ve discovered that I’m not scared of her leaving any more either. For those of you who remember the Spectre of the Gun episode of Star Trek, the bullets aren’t real; they’re specters, shadows. They can’t hurt me. At least attitudinally, I think this has been a paradigm shift. But I guess time will tell.
