There is nothing like someone moving from your sperm donor, to maybe not your sperm donor to really highlight the flaws. Talk about clay feet**.
I won’t go into the flaw details…but let’s just say they exist. We had not heard from The Wife for a bit, but she emailed me recently and we had a pleasant exchange. I swing back and forth on any given day regarding what the result of this drama will be. This process has absolutely made me feel less attached to this PKD and whatever happens I believe I will ultimately be happier with the result. If they say yes, I will be relieved and happy (that’s the truth), and if they say no I will be disappointed, but…
…but I experienced a solid, good, strong “yes” go to a maybe…so I know deeply now that whatever we or anyone agrees to with a KD, it can change, it can get weird, things can go South. You are dealing with people and feelings forever. A KD is still my first choice, this PKD is still my firstest choice, but the Froyo is now a close second. Previously it was a 3rd runner up, and 3 people need to die or be maimed for said contestant to wear the crown. So it’s a relief to have a viable runner up, and a beauty queen with some bona fide clay feet.
**Feet of clay means ‘a weakness or hidden flaw in the character of a greatly admired or respected person’.
The phrase is from the Bible (Daniel 2: 31-40). King Nebuchadnezzar has a dream. The image that appears to him has a head of gold, breast and arms of silver, belly and thighs of brass, and legs of iron. The feet of this image are made of iron and clay. A stone hits the feet and the whole image breaks into pieces.