Trixie was stomping around in her own self-defined tantrum stomp, shaking and bellowing like a windy, arctic cold, vortex.
"Jim, you know that ever since we were teenagers, I have thought that you were the most wonderful boy in the world. I can understand that because you lost your parents when you were so young that you feel you have to protect those that you love from sickness. Even though, by your own admission, Jonesy loved your mother and never hurt her because he hurt you and abused you, you feel that you are all that stands between someone you love and danger.
"But I am no longer 13 years old. I have completed high-school and I am working towards a degree in criminal justice. I have taken other continuing education courses as well as classes in self-defense.
"You are not a medical doctor. You are not a policeman. You are not my Lord and Protector and I am not your slave who is obligated to live by your rules. Damn you every time we fight, you patronize me and make me feel sorry for you because you worry about me so much."
Trixie took a slow shuddering breath and continued in a low soft voice that some might think was a thaw in temperature.
"You have pursued your degrees in Psychology and Education. However, your continued authoritarian, dictatorial, and tyrannical behavior is more than out of bounds. A leader is supposed to show those he leads how to grow and use their minds and abilities to take care of themselves, not to wrap them in cotton batting and bubble wrap."
The thaw suddenly boiled into anger. "I know that you have fears. I don't believe that you would ever physically abuse children in your care whether they be students or your own children. But I do fear that you would over-protect them so much that that would stunt their growth and you would ignore any objection I made, by justifying, arguing, defending and explaining why you are the final authority even over my role as spouse and mother. I can not be in a relationship with someone who has so little respect for my feelings, my abilities. I will not marry someone who is so arrogant that they think their way is the only way.
"Goodbye Jim", and the volcano erupted as Trixie walked away.
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