Well I have certainly been put in my place. It has been chilly in the old homestead but every now and then a warmer breeze wafts through. So silly me I thought things might be calming down. So in an email discussion this morning I suggested we go out to dinner tonight and also said "we could use a family outing". What possesed me to say that? I think Whatsis was channeling through me or something...I got this reply: "we are not a family, except if you feel like it and grant me that status for the moment, but we can have dinner together."
How nice. Several answers pop to mind: 1)My choices are not what keeps us from being a family 2)You may grant yourself that status at any time by changing your behavior 3)Are you talking to me?
So tonight when we go to look at the refrigerator she still wants to buy together, we will not be a family (unless I say so). It's good to have a clear understanding. The real idea here is that she's mad that I'm "in control" of the sitch and she is going to belittle me and try to brow beat me into some type of comforting concession to her "parenthood". Perhaps a reflective situation? Something is wrong and when she looks at me she sees the reflection of her actions and finds them unacceptable so BAM, I get whacked. Makes perfect sense don't it?
I have a shovel and I'm not afraid to use it. Stubby
