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
Thursday, March 26, 2020
Nice Little Graphic of Sybil's Pet Name for Me
I'll just leave this right here. As soon as last night, I was called "A$#hole". In this case, I will own that I did do something wrong. In a moment of weakness, I was not honest with Sybil. In my weakness I did not confront her with a demeaning comment she said to me in front of others. I'll take 50% of the blame. In my mind there is no point in confronting her with stuff because even on the very, very rare occasion I get her to somehow apologize, the apology is hollow.
This is my conundrum: I do not feel that I can (safely?) confront Sybil with things that she does. I have to wade through a river of crap with a rare reward. This leaves me with the choice of having a closed relationship with my wife or constantly fighting battles.
There is a third option...Sybil keeps talking divorce. Now, my mind is made up. I will not be the one to divorce. Maybe that is stubborn pride, but she will have to be the one to make that decision.
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I have been married for over 3 years.
Every day is not a good.
But I will bite my tongue just to make sure I don't utter bad words towards the hubby in the presence of others. Now, in private is another thing.
I get pissed. I do mad. But I don't do name calling.
I can do it to strangers. But not to someone whom I will share a room everyday anyway.
P.S. I think I will be flooding your blog today. Ha!
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