I swear, it's like living with a fourteen year old.

"I don't think name-calling is appropriate."

I had to say that to her today, with regard to disciplining the recalcitrant daughter. What kind of fucked-up marital relationship includes things like that? Faugh.

Another brick in the wall

Add another condition to the litany of pain.

Post-traumatic Stress Disorder.

She worked in a mental institution for many years, and saw lots of really nasty shit.

On the way home, she told me the worst of it. I'm still on the edge of tears. I knew she was in pain, but ...

I don't know how she stands it.

No change, no change, no change.

I wonder if I should even bother posting here anymore. Nothing's changing, it's the same old same old every fucking day.