So, as per usual, Sybil and I had a major discussion (fight) 2 nights ago. As per usual, I tried to get her to see my side of things. As per usual, she did not. As per usual, I gave up. The pitiful part is it took me 3 hours of non-stop JADEing to finally give up. It's like I have a pathological need to never quit. It isn't that I want to be right; I just want to be taken seriously. As I am sure you realize by now, dear reader, that is never going to happen. I read somewhere that a PD loves the image of you but never you. I believe it. The discussion was a continuation of our last conversation. In reality, Sybil did not like me going Low Contact. Anyway, I finally gave up and caved. No concession from her.
The good news is that Sybil is happy. Let the love bombing begin. In the past I would think we had made some sort of break though. Now I know better. I know this nothing more than wishful thinking on my part.
If I can just plaster an idiotic grin on my face, we'll all be happy...until next week.
The demand of the loveless and the self-imprisoned that they should be allowed to blackmail the universe: that till they consent to be happy (on their own terms) no one else shall taste joy: that theirs should be the final power; that Hell should be able to veto Heaven. The Great Divorce. C.S. Lewis
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I'm sorry; you made me laugh. . . Did you mean *Sweet*? Even if not, it's funny. . .
Years and years ago (I forget whether we were early married, or engaged), Jenn wrote me a love note, addressing me as 'Sweatheart'. Which, 37 years in, she has not quite lived down. . .
I know at least one person read my post. :)
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