He’s always had one. Alcohol made it worse. Not these days. I know what brings it on. He gets frustrated with himself and I get caught up in the crossfire of it. Like yesterday. I shouldn’t have shouted back. I lost my temper too. It doesn’t last with me. And I always cry. I am sorry for him. He gets so angry at what he sees as his incapacity – usually dextrous. I should’ve been kinder. Always.
