I woke up thinking of you today, Carma.
As I lay in bed, I was thinking about how afraid you are of Sundance. Yes, afraid to to insist on honesty from him, afraid to rock the boat and displease him by loving Butch as fully as you do, afraid of his leaving you. I wondered why you keep making excuses for him and have not yet invited Barbie over yourself. It made me sad. It reminded me of my marriage and how afraid my husband and I were to be true to ourselves. As you know, I am now dealing with the aftermath of that. I just feel like you're on a dangerous precipice and refusing to open your eyes. There is lots of useful feedback here in this thread, as there has been in your blog, but why do I think that next week there will be another thread from you still asking the same questions?
Woman, be brave.