Well last nights sadfest has been replaced with rage-fest today. My wife has been punched and kicked, coffee table was accosted and the bowling alley door is holding steady for now. He’s in indefinite timeout right now. Refusing to eat or shower. Might just let him have that one and see his hungry, dirty, smelly ass in the morning. Going to risk my life and offer him dinner one last time.
Two Hours Later
So I go to the restroom figuring Walter’s pissed so I might be able to have the illusive “peaceful-poop.” As I walk in I hear Walter sobbing from his room. I leave and enter the bowling alley and he’s on his bed and his pillow is drenched in tears. He’s simply sitting there moaning. You might think he was working me and I was suspicious but we saw BM yesterday and that shakes things up. My gut told me he was overwhelmed with sadness that fueled the anger. I climbed into bed with him and wrapped my arms around him. I kept encouraging him to get the “Mad and sad,” out. He kept on crying. The Dudette rolled in for support and the three of us spent sometime cuddling while the Dudette and I empathized with out little guy. We told him when your sad it’s easy to get mad and even feels better than being sad. The problem with Mad is it makes you say and do things that aren’t good for you. Mostly we told him we loved him.
He came out and ate. We read a story and I lied with him for about 30 minutes before he finally passed out. I had to threaten to leave twice to get him to calm down and I pissed him off but he’s asleep. It’s always the same thing, he farts around until I tell him to stop. He gets mad at me rolls over in a huff then promptly passes out. So far he stills smiles at me in the morning so we are just going to stick with that. I never thought I’d love someone who drove me this crazy this much, besides the Dudette of course. Abide.