So life with someone on the Cluster B (OCPD with a splash of narcissism) spectrum means that I am, effectively, a single parent on weekends. Unless the family has something going on, Sybil, literally, does not leave our room as she works and works and works. I don't even ask her to go to church anymore. In the future I doubt that I'll even ask her to go to lunch. Anyway, Son #3 (the 5 year old) and I had an enjoyable lunch.
It seems that Sybil's hierarchy is:
- Work
- Son #3 (5 years old)
- Daughter (22 years old)
- Son #1 (25 years old)
- Son #2 (20 years old)
- Me...maybe
Oh well...
