I just got into trouble for not cooking correctly. He's gone for a drive, and now I'm angry. Who would have thought that a recipe on the back of a can of beans could trigger an outburst like that. I thought I was being helpful by cooking dinner.
Today, it rained and the sun barely came out. I guess that means the peace in our PTSD Warzone has ended. It's time for me to step back and take a breath. Lord, we go through this numerous times each month. It's nothing new to be yelled at and belittled, but it hurts so much. All of this head knowledge means nothing because it does little to stop the hurt from unkind words.
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