Bottle # 2 made it worse and worse

not to mention the Prednisone in her system....


Wanted to record this while I'm recalling it, too:

One of the things she pissed around about was a txt message from my older son --
which she prompted by her own adolescent txts...

I didn't let that go far before I called her on it. I said, "And what occurred just BEFORE you got that (dog doo-doo) message?" She acknowledged she'd sent him "a few txts..." I recall it -- it was a thoroughly adolescent exchange between the two of them, that she initiated.

Then, not able to resist, I asked, "And, what about the nasty txt message you recently sent him? Why would you do that?"

Of course, she denied it was all that nasty..... Or out of line....

Anyway, in this instance, being "caught" with the truth of her own recent impropriety, she rather changed the subject.... for the time being. I don't really recall to what.... just more of the same.... Then, over the course of the night, she repeatedly informed me, "I've just been waiting for when you would throw that txt message into my face." "I knew you would eventually" (then, why send it, I might wonder) and "S has a big mouth, I knew he would let you know. AND that you would 'throw it back in my face'.

I did keep trying to disengage. Couldn't help but be a bit reactive at times. Yelling back at her, as she has been doing. That sort of thing. I would attempt to leave, and she'd say another provocative thing. I finally ended up parking myself back in front of her on the deck and letting her just carry on until well after dark (mosquitos aside -- although, it struck me as typically narcissistic that she didn't even notice the trouble I was having with them....)

Even after we went into the house, by 10:30 or so, I tried to leave and go to bed, settle down. But, she kept at her dysphoric stuff. I'd no more than settle down and stay nonreactive, than she'd go at it a different way. Again, each time I'd try to leave the room, she'd say something sarcastic or provocative.

Finally, again, I just gave up and parked myself in the living room and let her just vent and carry on some more and some more and some more. ISN'T VENTING SUPPOSED TO EVENTUALLY GET THINGS OUT OF YOUR SYSTEM??

I did go upstairs by 11:00, but.... she went round some more, up and down the stairs, etc.


She evern, middle of the night, started a dysphoric tirade about her terms for a property settlement -- to which I calmly stated, "I am not having a property settlement conversation in the middle of the night."

Of course, that was after my initial reaction to her terms.... (see another message)

Damn foolishnesss