So, you take the good stuff and move on to the next great thing (which may or may not be another relationship).

I feel the need to plaster this on my wall at home.

Leaving the relationship in no way invalidates the good stuff, it just means you don't have that stuff anymore (which I know sounds totally DUH and obvious, but it was a weird thing in my own brain at the time.)

That makes total sense to me.

I have a book that I use in my work titled "Too good to leave, too bad to stay," that a lot of my clients have found really useful. The only problem is, it highlights stuff like emotional abuse, neglect, battery...you know, the extreme 'run!' stuff. It does not cover how to deal with a basically good man who just isn't emotionally or relationship savvy.

Ok, I know I'd said I'd be grey today while training. But that means I have a body to train. Said body was supposed to be here at 7am. But no. Both the trainee and my supervisor are still at the hotel. Apparently there are shower issues plus they need to stop at a store for girlie supplies. Who travels without an extra tampon, JUST IN CASE? Geeeesh.

Grumble. Not a good start. No clue when they are actually going to make it in here. Snarl.

It's just plain fucking hard to break up with someone who you do care about, and who cares about you, and WILL NOT UNDERSTAND why you're doing it.

For me, it was horrible. Then, the best thing in the world.

Nora is wise.

Poor Suzi.

Nora is wise.

Seconded.

I missed Lilty!!!! Damn.

{{{Beej}}}

By the way, Beej, have I ever told you how confusing I find it that you're a girl? I call my brother "Beej" (and I'm the ONLY one allowed to call him that), which, really, shouldn't make it such a "boy" name in my head. But, I still get confused. Silly me.

Good luck, ChiKat!

Suzi, Ima gonna come bop them on the head for you.

I'M HOME! I love my family, but I've basically been with part of them non-stop since December 21. That's too much family when you've gotten used to living alone!

They are here...bye all.

Lilty was here? I'll have to go back and read, but for now, you may call me Skippy McSkipperson.

Beej, it sounds like you're getting good advice.

I'm back at work after two weeks of not being here. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing here at this strange desk.

We sold almost everything at the yard sale, and made over $500. This amount doesn't include what I got for my hang-glider, which was terrible to part with, but made complete sense in the larger scheme of things since I haven't been flying and if I do fly regularly again I should really have a different wing. It went to another woman who will love it and will allow other women to learn on it, at least.

vw, you are not alone. It's true that the vast majority of beejs are fellows. I suppose there are some obvious reasons for that, but yeah, I get the "Mr." a lot.

Well, after all this good talk, I realized that I have absolutely nothing to lose by asking the bf to consider being assessed for Asperger traits. I really am at the end of the proverbial rope and, regardless of what it may or may not mean for an ongoing friendship with him, I could not stay silent when something might really help him.

Sigh. Now I've got to get on with the business of helping myself.