It seems like things have been set into motion.

Monica asked me to call her doctor again. She wants me to plead her case; describe the amount of pain and suffering she is enduring. It's the same strategy used by little kids; "You ask my Mom if we can have some candy, she won't say no to you."

I did call Monica's doctor, and we talked for a long time. The doctor thinks Monica needs in-patient care; time away to dry-out under the care of professionals. Of course, this is voluntary. Monica has to agree that she takes too much medicine, and agree to go. Monica will bargain for less-extreme measures. That is where I'm supposed to convince her that she can't make the decision on her own. That I agree with the doctors. That if she refuses, she is putting the family in jeopardy. That I won't back down.

I guess that's the whole deal on this. I need to be forcefull upfront, and not back down.
As simple as that sounds, that is the part of this whole deal that gives me the most heartburn. Monica's ability to whine, cry and blame VS. my ability to stand my ground. She will hate me in the short-term, tell me that it was a waste of time after it's done.... and subject me to a higher level of sleep deprivation, and guilt... but it will be worth the struggle if it all works out. I'm already giving myself pep-talks, and practicing saying "no".

The doctor called Monica, to tell her that we need to have another appointment with the counsellor and me in attendance. I think Monica has an inkling of what may be coming up, she seems to be a little sweeter, I believe in attempt to have me as an ally against the doctors, that is why this, to her, will feel like betrayal.

You would think that I would be pissed-off. Lord knows that I get mad, when Monica wakes me up at 4:30am, or when she begs me not to go to work. I get depressed when I get home, and the cereal bowls are still sitting out, left for me to do. I feel the worst when I buckle in to all of the weight that she puts on my shoulders, and let her fill perscriptions under my name.

I sit and think, "How would a Sean Connery handle this?", Okay, I don't need to model approach after him, but maybe one of the 'lesser Bonds" like Roger Moore, or even my friends. I feel stupid writing about how I'm afraid to stand up to my wife.

"Tryin' to think like a British Spy."

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