Yesterday began with an argument about the night shift. I asked Wil if there was any way he could change his shift. We got into an enormous fight. I yelled “I hate you! You have no heart!” while holding Ari in my arms and slammed the bedroom door on him while he was going back to sleep.
The night shift continues to cause an enormous level of stress on everyone in the house. I feel like I’m a single mom most of the time. Whenever Wil is here, he’s either sleeping or getting ready for work.
Am I proud of the fact that I screamed at him? No. But I reached my frustration threshold. I wanted him to change his shift, he said there was nothing he could do and to “stop asking him.” This made me angry so I snapped.
As much as I would like to think that I always do the right thing, I know that’s not the case. I’m human and sometimes I loose it.
It was touch and go there for a while. It all ended with apologies and hugs.
