You guys are right.

This goes back to (1) my inherent nature to want to help, fix, support like a good little co-dependent, (2) hoping for the carrot on the stick reward of some kind of positive interaction, and (3) trying to look after things quickly so they don't escalate.

There's an issue with her car being licensed to her solely. I did the paperwork for it in March to take my name of the registration. She didn't submit it. Then I had to do it again in September, because the DMV wouldn't recognize signatures dated six months ago. She still didn't submit it.

Now she's wrecked the car, and she needs it done by tomorrow or she can't get insurance coverage. And I'm feeling rushed, feeling empathy, and feeling like I should help.

Wow..... I'm really good at accepting her disorder, aren't I.

RDM