So by Monday I had had enough. Work went great, but came home to a mess, and the kids being overactive, and Renee just doing her online thing like normal. Argh.
So when she came to bed arround 11:45, I told her how it was. That, quite honestly, it was out of control, and if she couldn’t control it, I would. And that the DSL would be cut off. End of story. And I did it calmly, without yelling.
Of course, that’s got a whole host of issue associated with it, like having to move my domains and shit somewhere else, and all that stuff. But I’ll do what I have to do.
And she didn’t have much to say. I think I finally started to get the point across that her behavior was unacceptable – that I saw her as two people, the woman I love, and some obsessed Internet addict. And I emphasized that I wanted to help, and would prefer not to take drastic action. And that I loved her, and I was going to do whatever it took to help, drastic or not.
So yesterday she says that she’s only going to play for certain hours. Which is not what she needs to do, but it’s a start. She was much more herself yesterday, but we also spent all evening away from home and computers. So we’ll see how it goes.
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Could you put your stuff in/on the trilug rack at inflow?
Hell, you want to set up a box @ my house? I’ve got extra space in the switch :)
Interesting. Today I told Dante that if he will not do his share of the dishes, then he needs to use only disposable plates, cups, and utensils, and throw them away when done. I am not the fucking maid!!!!!