In truth, FD, my real success in detachment came when I called it a day and asked him to leave. I was lucky that he did, although there was some persistance from him afterward. In fact, almost 6 years on, he has tried my detachment again this week after a multi-year hiatus. I am guessing his wife has hit the 2 year mark.
I am being swan-like. Cool n the surface, paddling like mad underneath with undiscovered residual rage.
Deatchment is a funny old thing. It feels so cruel. So against anything we learned to be as good little girls.