Well, you know ....
To the one, this is still possible. To the other, my daughter is two years old, my partner is prone to fits of screaming about how horrible the sex is and always was, and if she decides to claim it's hormones resulting from having been pregnant two years ago, she gets to claim that and all I get to do is hope she goes to see a doctor about it.
It will be harder to convince a jury that Montgomery's premeditation is symptomatic of her insanity, but it can be done.
In theory. Depends on how crazy she is. Other than that, I don't even notice her haircuts anymore.
Besides, I make a point of trying to not see her body anymore. I don't need to see it. It's not mine to enjoy. She doesn't take care of it. She's the only adult I see on any sort of regular basis. Quite literally, it could be done. All it really requires is some insanity on her part, and the fact that I just don't really care what she does anymore, and would prefer if she just shut up and kept to herself entirely.
A number of factors. That we were together long enough to reproduce resulted essentially from my leaving myself wide open to it. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt on principle. She wanted it specifically to exploit. Turns out she was planning this for a few years.
Add to that an old, outstanding DUI that I can beat if I can afford a lawyer. In the meantime, my driving privileges are technically restored, and all I need to do is find a few hours when she's not drunk and passed out in order to slip away to the DMV and get my license back.
And then I can worry about a job and getting the hell out of this house.
Well, okay, I should probably study for the test first. I haven't actually tested for a license in fourteen years.
As to the rest, she's already declared her intention to lie in court. She will not help with me acquit myself, even though her mere presence is instrumental to the whole DUI arrest in the first place. (An amazing psychosis. It's not so much that she remembers it differently per se, but that the true story of why we were pulled over in the first place, something she explained to her father, since I was driving his pickup truck at the time, is now "news to her". Nothing can convince her that she's been aware of the fact that she's the reason we were pulled over.
She knows she's the key. And just like her damn soap operas, she sees that as the power to justify massive dishonesty.
I'm only in this for my daughter. If my partner wants to continue to behave the way she is, she will eventually be arrested or get killed in a car wreck. Not much I can do about it. I'll need about seven people for the freaking intervention, and the two people I know would do it if I asked, well, I've asked for enough of my mother, and one of my close friends ... well, my partner thinks everybody I know hates her, so one of the most qualified people I know to do this is essentially out.
It's about five after ten in the morning. She just left to meet a friend at the bar. Which puzzles me, because we're so out of money right now I can't describe it.
Oh, hey, I just thought of a third person I could get to help intervene. But years ago, when I returned to Seattle and she came with me, he apparently took her aside and explained in classic, patient tones that if she f@cked up my life, he'd find her and kill her. Now, everybody involved knows he won't actually harm her. But he won't spare any unkind words in explaining the situation to her. Bottom line is that she will, quite literally, attempt to kill herself in front of a roomful of people if she feels cornered. I must necessarily plan for this in order to prevent it.
Oh, yeah. And she's a gun owner. A smuggled, illegal weapon at that, but she's a gun owner. She once tried lecturing me, and while she told me what kind of person I am, she carefully but casually started stacking up all her ammunition on the dresser as a message.
In the end, I just sort of tune those parts out. No matter what she does, it's my legal obligation to put up with it. Even if she points that gun at me, I can't do anything about it because you simply can't hit a woman. And yes, women know this. And she knows this. If she hits me hard enough, her bruised fist will be cause enough to haul me to jail. That's the way it goes.
So to get by, you just stop paying attention to certain things.
If Mrs. Montgomery remotely approaches this standard, then no, her husband would not necessarily have known the difference, because he would not necessarily have been paying that close of attention.
Bells said:
The article referred to her having miscarried earlier on in the year. Unless she had stuffed pillows of varying sizes up her clothes during the later months of her pregnancy, it would be difficult to actually pretend to be pregnant during the last weeks, especially if you're living in a house with your husband and teenage children. If she went out and bought a pregnancy suit that allows itself to be inflated with water and worn under clothing, as that worn on TV when pregnancies are faked, it shows premeditation once again.
To the one, this is still possible. To the other, my daughter is two years old, my partner is prone to fits of screaming about how horrible the sex is and always was, and if she decides to claim it's hormones resulting from having been pregnant two years ago, she gets to claim that and all I get to do is hope she goes to see a doctor about it.
It will be harder to convince a jury that Montgomery's premeditation is symptomatic of her insanity, but it can be done.
As sick as you may be about your partner's behaviour, would you not notice that she was pregnant? Let's say during the second and third trimester, would it not be evident that she was pregnant? Wouldn't you notice if that distinct bulge around her midsection started to disappear, only to have a baby appear a couple of months later?
In theory. Depends on how crazy she is. Other than that, I don't even notice her haircuts anymore.
Besides, I make a point of trying to not see her body anymore. I don't need to see it. It's not mine to enjoy. She doesn't take care of it. She's the only adult I see on any sort of regular basis. Quite literally, it could be done. All it really requires is some insanity on her part, and the fact that I just don't really care what she does anymore, and would prefer if she just shut up and kept to herself entirely.
As to your partner Tiassa... well.. all I can ask is, why? Why stay if you're that unhappy? Why stay for your child, if your child is going to grow up and be witness to her parent's unhappiness with each other?
A number of factors. That we were together long enough to reproduce resulted essentially from my leaving myself wide open to it. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt on principle. She wanted it specifically to exploit. Turns out she was planning this for a few years.
Add to that an old, outstanding DUI that I can beat if I can afford a lawyer. In the meantime, my driving privileges are technically restored, and all I need to do is find a few hours when she's not drunk and passed out in order to slip away to the DMV and get my license back.
And then I can worry about a job and getting the hell out of this house.
Well, okay, I should probably study for the test first. I haven't actually tested for a license in fourteen years.
As to the rest, she's already declared her intention to lie in court. She will not help with me acquit myself, even though her mere presence is instrumental to the whole DUI arrest in the first place. (An amazing psychosis. It's not so much that she remembers it differently per se, but that the true story of why we were pulled over in the first place, something she explained to her father, since I was driving his pickup truck at the time, is now "news to her". Nothing can convince her that she's been aware of the fact that she's the reason we were pulled over.
She knows she's the key. And just like her damn soap operas, she sees that as the power to justify massive dishonesty.
I'm only in this for my daughter. If my partner wants to continue to behave the way she is, she will eventually be arrested or get killed in a car wreck. Not much I can do about it. I'll need about seven people for the freaking intervention, and the two people I know would do it if I asked, well, I've asked for enough of my mother, and one of my close friends ... well, my partner thinks everybody I know hates her, so one of the most qualified people I know to do this is essentially out.
It's about five after ten in the morning. She just left to meet a friend at the bar. Which puzzles me, because we're so out of money right now I can't describe it.
Oh, hey, I just thought of a third person I could get to help intervene. But years ago, when I returned to Seattle and she came with me, he apparently took her aside and explained in classic, patient tones that if she f@cked up my life, he'd find her and kill her. Now, everybody involved knows he won't actually harm her. But he won't spare any unkind words in explaining the situation to her. Bottom line is that she will, quite literally, attempt to kill herself in front of a roomful of people if she feels cornered. I must necessarily plan for this in order to prevent it.
Oh, yeah. And she's a gun owner. A smuggled, illegal weapon at that, but she's a gun owner. She once tried lecturing me, and while she told me what kind of person I am, she carefully but casually started stacking up all her ammunition on the dresser as a message.
In the end, I just sort of tune those parts out. No matter what she does, it's my legal obligation to put up with it. Even if she points that gun at me, I can't do anything about it because you simply can't hit a woman. And yes, women know this. And she knows this. If she hits me hard enough, her bruised fist will be cause enough to haul me to jail. That's the way it goes.
So to get by, you just stop paying attention to certain things.
If Mrs. Montgomery remotely approaches this standard, then no, her husband would not necessarily have known the difference, because he would not necessarily have been paying that close of attention.
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