Some days you just scream inside to get out of your own life, to escape your own existence.
Other than my daughters smile and kiss each morning, I haven’t a single thing I enjoy in my life.
Time spent with my wife is tense, and often uncomfortable. The vibe is rarely warm and there is no affection sent my way,

So yesterday, SD comes to talk to her mom about taking her shopping. DW told her she could go with a friend. Then SD showers and is now ready for DW to take her and a friend. DW didn’t say she could take them. She had a ton of ingredients all over for some food prep she was doing. This turned into whining and a growing attitude. I left the room as my input will cause an escalation of any argument. I went to my office and closed the door. The volume of the conversation started getting louder and I realized the topic had changed to a new cell phone.

So we had our first counseling session since I had the talk with my wife about SD’s cell phone photos. Go back and read the last 2 blogs if you want details.

The counselor laid into DW pretty hard. She told her I was being a dad, and a damn good dad, and she should be singing my praises for what I did. When SD gets the boom dropped she should sing my praises to SD. (not that SD will care at that point) She offered some actions I am 100% on board with how she would handle the situation.

For whatever the reason, I think my wife sees my views regarding SD as trying to ‘get at her’ where I see them as trying to put responsible boundaries in place. In counseling the therapist has told my wife that my reactions and attitudes are very paternal. Ive also pointed out how I am the one BD knows means business and shes only 2.5. She will drag out bedtimes with all kinds of crap with her mom, but I put her to bed 3 nights a week, no drama, no long drawn out process…