So, SASS22 is coming in tonight and....staying in the house.

Because DW was asking "What happened to my boy that protected his mother?" and "What happened to my boy who wore his heart on his sleeve?"  He is coming home to apologize.

I realized in the middle of the day what had me all pissed off about it. For years as a kid, I was picked on.  Bullied incessantly until I finally had enough and I kicked a kid's ass for starting with me. I was 16 at the time. But a decade of bullying.

What did I step into with this marriage? Essentially the same thing from a kid whose mother wouldn't support me.  Who wouldn't put the kid on lockdown (read my previous posts for the details).  I vented this afternoon and I told her to do what she thinks is right.  She told him to find another place to stay - like he said he was going to do for the last two weeks. But now his friends bailed on him and he needs a place to stay. 

And she says I made her choose between him and me. When she had told me last week to change the passcode to the lock on the main door to the house, because she didn't want him to know.

At one point, she told me to leave. I started packing until I said "I pay half of the ____ mortgage on this house. I'm not going anywhere."

I'm meeting with my thereapist on Tuesday to ask that vital question - "Am I crazy?"