Many months ago, W told me that she’d been dissatisfied with OR for several years. Everything in OR had to be done my way. To counteract this, she detached in the finest DB tradition. When I wanted her back, she insisted that she was forced to find things for herself to make her happy. She wasn’t willing to give any of this up for me. She said that I should do the same.
So I did (to the best of my depression fogged abilities).
We entered a period of parallel living.
Well, W has deigned to allow me into her life some more, but now it seems like things must be done her way.
When she told me that I always controlled OR, she specifically stated that she didn’t want to “take turns” being in control, but in practical terms, that’s what’s happening.
This is the new order. The new balance.
Of course, the last ten years haven’t been so black and white. Nor is the new order.
But, man! I’m sure feeling black right now.
I’m feeling pretty glum right now, so I really don’t want suggestions, my friends. Just sorta chronicling so that when I’m feeling a bit better, I can refer back and figure out if this is as good as it gets.
