|Few and far between
||[Jan. 19th, 2007|12:30 pm]
I did something last night that I never do.
I didnt make his supper. *GASP*
He has had a couple of very bad days in a row and although there is a longer span of time between downward spiral, the bad days I think are far worse than they were before. I think on the upside of that, the consecutive bad days are fewer.
So he turned on the passive aggressive behaviour and didnt speak to me all day. So, I didnt make his supper. I suppose I can justify it will all sorts of reasons, but in the end I, myself resorted to passive-aggressive techniques and just didnt do it.
He ate hotdogs and felt sick afterwards and had indigestion.
this morning he got out of bed, tidied up, scanned some receipts and faxed them to the people who wanted them, made arrangements for oil to be delivered, checked bank balances, did some dishes and did some laundry.
I hate passive agressive behaviour. I think it is a cop out and very underhanded and sneaky and childish. On the other hand, it seemed to have struck a chord somewhere. Gods I hate his mother.