Mrs. Smith, re:
have a theory (and I say this with affection Mikey since I'm a easy child/difficult child myself and I'm surrounded by gifts-from-God of all varieties)... you can't stop the madness because you thrive on it - it's an adrenalin rush for you...maybe not consciously but reading between the lines of your humorous storytelling - I can practically see the electrical charges zapping around you - you love it, you need it, you gotta have it!
I know you meant it in a good-natured way, but I'd like to clarify something: I most certainly do NOT enjoy conflict. I like nothing more than a quiet evening with my family, without drama - something I haven't had for over two years now.
My passions are reading and writing. I read to escape, and I write to escape and vent and think. The emotion and charges you see in my writing are, without doubt, the anger, frustration, and fear coming out in the only way I know how to express them. When I'm forced to speak under those types of conditions, I usually end up in a huge argument that is completely unproductive; this is largely because of my ADD. Sadly, McWeedy has learned the fine art of twisting my ADD, confused thoughts, and latent Type "A" personality against me in "discussions" - which is why they usually end up as arguments.
To avoid such arguments and try to get my "real" feelings across to him, I would write him very heartfelt, eloquent letters. I would try to explain how I felt, what was happening, what I/we thought the consequences were for his actions, and offer him help, hope, and support if he'd just be willing to work with me. They are, without doubt, some of the most eloquent prose I've ever written.
And they all went straight into the trash, unread.
I can't talk to him without arguing, so we don't speak. I can't write to him, because he papers his bird cage with my letters. wife runs everything I say through her "mommy filter" before McWeedy hears it, so he never hears my actual message when relayed that way. Consequently, I don't have any way of effectively communicating with him.
Therefore, I write. I write what I feel. I write about what I want to happen, what I wish would happen, and what has already happened. I write to organize my own thoughts, in words, because it's the only way I can make sure that I "really think what I thought I thunk"
Fortunately or no, CD has been the place where I write. I can honestly say that I value EVERYONE's opinion, but writing here is more of a way for me to deal with the stress and emotions of the McWeedy drama. In essence, it's more of a blog, but in a place where people understand what I'm saying instead of in the general global cesspool that is the Internet blogosphere.
That's probably more than you wanted to hear, but I felt that your candid and caring remarks deserved a candid and honest reply. Hopefully, when you read what I write in the future, along with reading the actual "post" you'll hear my own inner struggle to find my way. It's the only way I know how to stay sane.
Mikey