As I see it, I am defending the reduced amount of time I have to spend with my daughters. I cannot live with myself if don't fight for every possible second I could spend with my daughters.
As my husband sees it, he is fighting for more time with his daughters and cannot stand thinking he will spend another day on this truncated schedule with them.
We are both defending our time with our daughters.
The difference is that my husband believes I am doing this to hurt him, punish him and make him pay for what he has done.
I can feel his loathing and his blame seeping through his tone when he speaks to me, and in his eyes when he looks at me.
And I must learn how to thrive inspite of it, without anger, without blame. Just with acceptance and a desire to move on.
