I got the booby prize.

If understanding is the booby prize, I win. It recently occurred to me that the reason I was so unhappy in my marriage is that I expected the ex to figure out what I wanted. I even freed things up for him to give him the space to do this and when he didn't figure it out for me, I got angry and blamed him for failing. Today, in our final (hallelujah!) co-parenting/marriage therapy session he admitted to doing the same -- giving me the job of figuring out for him what he needed then resenting me when I failed. It's so simple yet so complicated. A real American tragedy. My new motto is personal responsibility. Even my guinea pigs weet weet when they want a carrot.