That loud popping noise was really just me blowing a gasket. think I may have hurt myself, though nothing seems to leaking out of my head this morning.
D13 had a hard time last night in her dance class and was upset and angry when we got home. She talked to me a little and (of course) I told her she could talk to Dad and maybe he could help too. He came into the room I was in and asked what whe was upset about. I said "Why don't you talk to her?" Then he ways, she said to come ask you (with the exasperated eye roll). I gave him the short version using her words. I went to get a drink a few minutes later (should've been tequila) and stopped to ask if she'd talked to him. He tried to talk to her she wouldn't (sigh and wait is he surprised???). I said "Well,t hat's a real pisser isn't it?" on my way out of the room. He said yeah (not looking at me). Somehow by the time I got the the bedroom I was so angry I could've spit nails. I'm not sure exactly what I said, but it was something along the lines of how he does this too. Then I slammed the door so hard, I'm surprised I didn't break something.
It makes me sick to loose my temper that way. I finally opened the door (an hour + later) and went to bed. I checked on the girls at one point and saw him just sitting on the couch. he slept there. I doubt he'll come back to the bed on our room. He looked really tired and worn out this morning. He said "morning" first and I said "hey". D15 was talking with us. I caught his eyes and said "have a good day". I didn't address my outburst b/c D15 was there. The bottom line is, I'm angry. I get to be angry and let him know. I do not get to act inappropriately. I 'll have to work on that. At least I have enough passion about our M to be angry.
