(((Unhappy)))
For the longest time I believed my kids could not pick out a sock without me helping. I controlled the home, the finances, the school work, etc.
Even my (now) ex simply had to make it to work and make plans with his Harley buddies, I took care of the rest.
By the time I came up for air I was exhausted, so I split from the ex.
Now I could have even MORE control of the home
But the truth is they all could make decisions.
They didn't need me as much as I let myself beleive.
Rather, "I" needed them to need me.
He will never take responsibility, if you don't give him the chance.