Looks at thread title. Ummm, yeah.

(What generally seems to work is being requested to take a few deep breaths, and once I've calmed down, appeals to logic. A still, small voice in the storm sort of thing.)

I speak for myself, not for Aimee, or the thread.

What frustrates me is that, from my point of the transaction, nothing seems to work. We have a pattern going here. You show up very upset. We say "You're overreacting for the following factual and/or experience-based reasons." You say that the reasons you are upset are completely valid. Then you say that we are overreacting and making you feel piled-on. Lather, rinse, repeat.

I don't feel that anything I say is having any effect. Most of the time I bite my tongue.

Jessica, I completely agree.

And I agree completely with Betsy as well.

So you want hairpatting or nothing? That does not sound like conversation. That sounds like spin, and personally would drive me up a tree, but I can respect it, I suppose. But my burning question...am I a fuckhead? Because I feel like I've been called a fuckhead and told to go somewhere else with a dry climate and I don't really appreciate it. If that's alright with you, of course.

t adds erika to the list

Right now, I'm still too mad to talk, and I realize that it's because that all the anger that I've had over the last few months has been looking for a vent. In a few hours I'll come down and apologies will be dispensed. But right now I'm too angry and sleep-deprived.

told to go somewhere else with a dry climate

Honey, you're already in AZ....

Right now I just don't know what to do. I've somehow got to get back to a functional equilibrium so I can do the stuff I need to do. Maybe I need to leave the group for awhile--and believe me, I don't mean that in a huffy tone of, "Fine, I'll just take my toys and go home." It's just--I'm bawling my eyes out here, and I've put myself in a position where there is literally no one I can pick up the phone and call and say, "Look, I need a little help here so I can calm down and get back to my life," without it being awkward and weird, because I'm become so dependent on online community that it's all I have.

In a few hours I'll come down and apologies will be dispensed. But right now I'm too angry and sleep-deprived.

I don't think that apologizing when it's convenient for you is much of an apology.

Kudos for supportive husbands, not-so-kudos for expressiveness.