I’d had enough. I’d reached my limit. And I let him know how much she hurts me, how deliberate it is and how it is so often ignored. He needs to know. He has, afterall, sat back and watched it all these years; and he’s let her do harm to our relationship. I don’t think it sunk in and even though I cried, it felt better to let it out.
It still amazes me that they let her continue to push and push and push, and then when I overflow, I’m the one out in the cold.