The worse part of our marriage.
So he came home early and immediately brought down the christmas boxes. Yes, happy. Then he beckened me to deal with guitar lessons, a computer problems and putting on the ornaments. Then he started to a throw a fit, as bad as ds11 did an hour earlier. He asked why everything is fd up. In which I screamed back because you don't do anything, as he already opened a beer. I can't do it all. In which the kids and I put up the ornaments and he ran to the computer store. I run to guitar lessons later. He criticized that the apointments to late. There is no relationship. He can't even be warm when he is home. Tears have already started flowing. I am so done.