A cautionary tale-
Never anger the beast or thou shalt reap from the consequences.
-Even if you stepped on a hidden land mine of rage without meaning to...
-It happens to me most of the time... I should be used to it but, I'm still learning to control my own reactions or stupefied about the silliness of the argument/anger.
-I can't fight at all. I'm not much for fighting and don't have a knack for it...
So here is the story-
I ask for help the other day to get my bed fixed. I wait b/c he is angry with me from a previous moronic argument. I sleep on a futon...and here comes a new day. Made breakfast...everything is going swell. He walks over to my room and checks out whats wrong with the bed. He stands there... not helping me remove some old masks (putting those up after the bed was fixed) from the bed. He looks over to my desk and tries to rearrange it. I said its fine...please don't touch... he gets angry...walks out "To hell with you"...SLAM goes the door.
It ends there. Nothing else happens. Just that. No fixing... none at all. If he were a repairman... he'd be fired with no money and condemned with a bad review.
Its one thing to get angry but its another when one starts to slam doors for no particular reason.
All I did was ask for my bed to be fixed...not for things to be rearranged on my desk.
No need to act like a child (running out of a room and slamming doors).
Really? I mean, really? I wake up with a sore back from sleeping on a futon the night before and you don't hear me complaining about it.
I guess I have to sleep on the damned futon until his anger subsides. ~sigh~
I hope playing with the curtains is as fulfilling as helping your daughter out. Jerk.