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Disengaged and it feels sooo good!

Thorn in my heart's picture

SD16, rude, etc etc. I finally understand the disengage theory. Let me tell you, it is awesome!

She was here this past weekend, from Saturday until Monday. I never spoke to her, I never even looked at her. She isn't just invisible to me, she doesn't even exist to me. She leaves her coke & water bottles & dirty dishes all over the living room? I just step over them, or push them all in a pile along with her shoes and car keys and purse. Literally, I have a large push broom ( the kind you use in the garage), it only takes 10 seconds to push all that into a nice pile right in the middle of the room. Hmmm, it's a shame if that bowl of ravioli stains your brand new shoes. Blum 3 Oh well.

This whole disengaging is relatively new to me. I searched and searched trying to find a way to bring myself some peace. I swear I wish I had done this so much earlier!

She asked me how to make microwave popcorn. No, really she did! You know those packs you buy that you throw in the microwave? Yeah....the ones with big printed instructions on them? Yep, those. So, I'm in the kitchen. She says to me "How do I cook this?" I look at her, point to the microwave, turn and walk away. I did keep my laughter inside, how can a 16 year old not know how to cook microwave popcorn!

20 plus's picture

Oh if only I disengaged when SD27 was 16 or 8 for that matter. Oh well, I am starting to feel more peaceful every day. Smile good luck!

fedup13's picture

Echo, I am glad to have read this because that is where I am at now. The act of disengaging, was easy, but the disengaging from caring is what is still so difficult. I am a control freak too. I love my DH and I cannot stand to see him be stepped all over by a child. I cannot stand to see him turn into a spineless nutless shadow of a man. I want to step in, but I don't. I am glad to read that as time goes by and the more committed you are to disengaging that it becomes easier.

Thorn in my heart's picture

That's much nicer than I would be about it. Toss that stuff out the back door. Still there when you go to bed (or in the morning), then in the trash can it goes. I promise, it will stop pretty quickly!