All right I see we are at a words war. Well nice very nice. I must say that I DID NOT make him feel bad or put him on any guilt trip. He HAS met our childern; Being left alone with them for any extended period of time, he has come to the understanding they could be mistaken for the devils spawn, switched for the angels we were sent. I don't know it's weird!! So all guilt is put on himself as he leaves me for a fun filled weekend hoping that I am still alive when he gets home. And let's be honest the little outfit I had my eye on would have been in the closet regardless, but a bargin was struck and done to help with his guilt he put on himself. So he felt guilt free going down because yes I used some psychology, bought an outfit to show no hard feelings. It is a win win really. But needless to say, I do love my husband. He is my lobster my soulmate my best friend. I would be truely lost without him. I am very blessed that I do get to stay home with my children. That I get to run the show as I see fit. I get to be who I am even if he doesn't always agree. I have the opportunity to get up in the morning to go to the gym because my husband doesn't leave at the crack of dawn. I get to read a book, make jewelry, take pictures etc. Who do I think has the tougher job? Well lets just say its sixes most(some)days! Oh let's be honest I do but I get a lot of perks!!!

Love you babe!!!!

I feel as though I should take some measures to disabuse you of thinking that my wife hates me. I can see how you might feel that way after her last post, but I assure you, she doesn't hate me. Hate is such a strong word, and what Melissa feels is really more of a strong resentment...with extreme prejudice. I did feel badly leaving her here all alone with the kids while I golfed the week away in St. George, but I had made commitments, and if you can teach your kids anything, it's to follow through with your commitments. Melissa also failed to mention that she implemented her very best psychological and emotional espionage for months before I left. She was cold and calculating as she broke me down to a mere shell of a man with her all expenses paid trips to guilt-ville every other day until finally...I could take no more. I begged her to let me go and be happy with it. She of course seized the opportunity and she proposed her terms. I was free to go, without further grief, as long as I produced an outfit that she'd had her eye on. It was all elegantly planned by her of course, and she does have that outfit today, so who really won this round? I believe that her last blog constitutes a breach of contract. I am suing.