Hence my post. What started off as a normal day, i.e. up at 4am, off to the gym b4 5, work out till 6:30 (am) and home to shower and ready for work. It's been a routine for about 3 years now.
Well the man child who is living w/ me was dilly dallying this morning as most mornings. At the last minute he jumps up to make his lunch. He already seemed angry and has been for over a week. I dare as anything about it. Anyway he ended up dropping an ice tray and got really angry. threw his lunch cooler down and said.... *&% it! Really? WTH. He left it all and just grabbed his keys and said to hell with lunch. Well ok then. Until he slammed the front door as hard as he could. You know the behavior, I'm pissed and I am going to let the world know. And maybe they will take me on and I can drag them down with me! I was furious. He had to come back for something he left and I said DO NOT slam that door again. And he didn't. However, the more I thought about it the angrier I became. So I texted him and told him that I was raised in an alcoholic home where anger and rage were part of our everyday lives. So much so that I chose the same kind of person to marry and realized that after a few years. I bolted. I have not shared my home again w/ that kind of anger except with him. I will not, can not tolerate it. And I told him that. He got angrier and blew up the text of my phone............
I have rights although our big book cleary talks about it. This isn't to correct his behavior. It's to gain perspective on me. But, i will not excuse such an outburst. And that is where I am right now.
I'm not angry anymore. I really do not think that was about the ice tray. I think it was something else. What, I don't know.
Currently I am sitting at my desk at work. Quietly. Peacefully. I may have let that deter my hour earlier but not my day.
Cup of coffee........... hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
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