I don’t know where it came from. It is not like me. He caught a nerve speaking to me like he did. I should have pulled back, delved, found out why he was so angry, so touchy. It all came out. He’d felt stupid. He’d done something incorrectly and my response had made it worse. He takes things out on me. And why not? I am a safe place to let rip. I should shoulder it better, detach myself from the emotion and pay attention, listen and then wait. It will pass. It always does. The love is there. It is sacroscant. Safe.
