I think he realized how silly it was, on Monday, he came home with our dinner that he had picked up on the way home, which is not usual for him. He is one of those very proud people who has a hard time verbalizing things. He has to realized that this is a form of mental abuse, but I will not fall for it any more. Maybe it is time for another trip out of state to my sisters house for R&R. I volunteer at our church, and do things myself, and have my own friends I go out to lunch with now and then. He is very dependent on me, and we do love to do things together, but there can be too much together. That is right! You can smother the other guy.