She downed the remainder of her signature drink from Sex Night two days before. She was going to need the booze to get through the 4 hour drive with her mother. They were going to visit her aunt for the weekend, and it was sure to be a fun filled 2 days worth of Jewish Guilt and passive aggressive comments.
Her mother's driving was terrible but she refused to let anyone else drive her car. She had whiplash before they even hit the state line. The brake checking compromised her bladder control and the lack of music playing was almost too much to stand.
The weekend was punctuated by both her mother, and then and her aunt (and then her mother again) asking her why she wasn't willing to try couples counseling with her husband. Her mother said it would "help him find closure and understanding."
She felt as if she was always going to be the one who was the bigger person, the one who was held to a higher standard. Why should she be the one to drag her emotions through counseling so that he could get better? Yes, she still loved him, but she was tired of giving her all to people and not getting anything but heartache in return. She got more upset than she intended to, and a few tears were shed. The tears were mostly frustration with her family for trying to salvage something that she had spent over a decade trying to salvage.
She deserved more support to do what she was doing. She needed her wishes respected. She knew what was best for her, and she was finally doing it. She couldn't be his everything anymore. It was too much pressure.
He was free to go to therapy on his own.
"But," her mother asked "You aren't going to move on to another relationship until he finds someone else, right?"
".............yeah, totally."
