Pants on fire

In the last session, I was given the opportunity to start talking about the anger I've been dealing with for the last decade.  Instead, I chose to talk about trust.  As in...I can't trust him because his words are meaningless.  She asked for specifics, and although I could have started anywhere, I started with how he's been promising for years to become more involved with understanding and planning our finances.  We spent most of the session talking about how we can get him to be accountable for what he says, and not make it my problem to remind him all the time.

There really is a clear distinction between the things he is accountable and trustworthy for.  He is trustworthy with the things that he takes ownership of, generally speaking.  But things that I ask of him...things he promises to me...those are the things he is woefully unreliable, untrustworthy, and frankly, a big fucking liar.

I've spent the last decade living with the debris of a thousand broken promises.

It ends NOW.