If my daughter hadn’t come into the room to talk to me, I probably would’ve written more last night. The fact is that I was so fed up, I don’t think I have ever reached a breaking point so strong. Right now I feel annoyed about the whole darn thing, I truly mean it when I say I would not care if we never talked again. Whatever his issues were, however they were clashing, it was not my job to be staying there to be with it. I have never been so relieved to be done with a place.

Two things can be true at once, and even more than two things. Yesterday in couple’s therapy was one of those day’s that keeps you working. I can’t tell yet if it is comforting or disturbing that you’ve got about three different story lines, and they play out over and over. I’d like to think it’s the first one. So I’ve got some news, and I think it is good. The deal is you’re are not alone in this, for as much as I can say it yet, “I see this all the time”. The bad news is it won’t go away unless you change it.

I think swallowing your pride is one of the hardest things for people to do. On some days I’d say it is harder for men, but yesterday I’d definitely said it was women. The woman I said I wasn’t going to see again came back today and our meeting was civil. I don’t think either one of us truly wanted it to end but we also weren’t able to come to any, that I thought, greater understanding of each other. In the end we simply agreed to disagree and made a plan to try to keep moving forward.