Cheating louse: The Princess
A few months ago, I was out with a friend and her sister. I told them what I thought was a funny story from early in my marriage. In the story, I was painting 13's room (back when he was 3) and The Princess walked in. She looked at the section I had painted, and shouted, "What the fuck are you doing?"
Anyhow, I didn't get any further in my story because my friend's sister was enraged. "She talked to you like that!?"
I, of course, tried to minimize the sister's rage, telling her that it was okay because she always spoke to me like that. That didn't make her feel any better about it.
In a recent session with my shrink, I told him about this, and he asked me why it was okay for someone I loved to speak to me like that - and if I would be okay with someone speaking to one of my boys like that.
Oh yeah, that's part of that self esteem thing I'm working on. You know ... realizing that I'm not a piece of shit, and shouldn't be treated as such?
Leaving that harpy was the first step in a long journey. I'm slowly getting there.
Two sons: Now 13 and 16
DDay: Nov 15/2012
Separated Mar 2/2013 after 17 years married. Will we ever be divorced?
The best thing about hitting rock bottom is that everything after that looks fucking fabulous!