I think life with an A sucks you in slowly so that you may not notice that their importance has grown out of proportion in your head.
If they are happy you are happy, if they are having a bad day you're having a bad day.
I wasn't managing that. I
wasn't managing the urge to "make her listen" to the particular brand of sense I was talking that day.
I didn't manage to fit the the rest of my life around her.
I really wasn't managing the resentments building up in my head over the years.
I didn't manage the anger that spilt out after those years.
Basically I wasn't managing myself at all. I had become unmanagable, and my life was in danger of going down a path I didn't want.
That's what I saw as unmanagable.
Jeeze, two meetings and you can't shut me up.
Love
Jane
xxx