There are some things I can put up with and some that I can’t. I can’t put up with me being called names. I will not get upset, but will repeat it several times to confirm, to make it heard. That’s what hurts the most and maybe will make her realize how and what damage she’s doing.
I know who I am. Sometimes I wonder, will I last. Will somebody else last with me? But I’m listening, I’m trying to change. And for the things to get better, both need to want to change. I sense a very low success rate. I don’t know if it’s happening. I don’t know if she tries. And certainly, not very high success rate.