Some of vacation with my soon to be ex-husband reminds me of why I like him and stayed with him for seventeen years. The rest of the time reminds me of why I want out.
The good side: he can be kind and sweet, sometimes funny; the bad side: he can be controlling and whiny.
The controlling thing is just so irritating, like I’m not 48 years old, with three degrees and a job where I’m respected and appreciated. Like I can’t decide for myself how I want to spend my time, on vacation. Example: we get back to the hotel after our day’s activities, and he “allows” me fifteen minutes to take a shower before heading down for drinks. Thanks for the permission, dude. I’m 48. If I want to spend an hour in the shower, or not have drinks, or lie down and read a book, it’s my friggin’ vacation and I (should) be able to do what I want. I don’t have the right to “allow” him fifteen minutes for anything. And these things were just slightly irritating when we were having sex. Now that we’re not, it’s like a bossy roommate that you declare taxes with.