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.