Screaming helps MrsH. It really does. At times (in the old house) I'd have to go upstairs in my closet, close the door and scream into the bedsheets on the shelf. It gets something out for sure.
I know I'm probably sounding like a hypocrite here since I still have hards days, but look at your boys and know that YOU'RE the lucky one that has the boys ALL the time and JA has to live with his sh*tty life he's made.
