I have the greatest sympathy for anyone who has a loved one too quick to anger.

Perhaps reading about boundaries could help.

Hoping it will work for me before I'm 75.

Also: tommy, Oakland airport is nice and easy. I choose it over SFO every time. Safe travels home to you. And yes, their shuttles start early.

Oakland airport is nice and easy.

Conversely, the last time I flew out of Oakland*, I was reprimanded for getting there less than an hour before my flight, security was a complete cluster, and I missed my flight because of the whacked out way the gates were numbered. (Seriously, they made me cry in frustration). So, at least a good hour in advance.

* Disclaimer: this WAS several years ago, so grain of salt, maybe KB has had good experiences more recent than my nightmare.

Gud, I think I remember you saying that you wouldn't consider changing anything until your kids were out of school. If that's the case, at least please try to work on a more realistic and kind attitude towards yourself, no matter what your wife says or believes. You don't deserve to be miserable. You don't deserve to be treated like you're constantly doing horrible things, when you're not.

If Dana's memory is accurate, then *please* go get therapy. Even if you have to lie about why to your wife (and the fact that I feel like I need to suggest that is not great).

Boundaries, man. So hard. So important.

On a different note, Happy Pants Day!

I have never flown out of Oakland, so I have no advice to give.

PANTS! PANTS! PANTS! PANTS!

Gud, you're a good person and I wish you didn't feel like everything is always your fault.

I have not flown out of Oakland recently enough to have an opinion.

WEEKEND so much to do, so little motivation.

Thanks for the support. Now that I'm home, well I've been home for awhile but I was in bed because when I left early for feeling sick, it was because I was actually feeling sick, I can't tell if she's actually angry or not. Maybe she just cooled down. I have a difficult time reading emotions which is probably related to that whole Asperger's diagnosis. Didn't help that I went out to get her some dinner and they got the order wrong. Not completely wrong, but a bit wrong. Just my fucking luck I guess.

please listen to this:

you came home feeling sick and you went out to get her dinner.

Oh she'd have gone and get it without complaint. I volunteered because, well, I just thought she'd like not having to go out.

Tommyrot, I'm sorry I missed you. I would get to the airport no later than 6:45, possibly earlier. Security lines on weekdays can be bad.

Gud, I don't want to pile on, but I do want to say that we like you and care about you and believe that you deserve to be in a relationship that makes you feel better about yourself, not worse. And your kids deserve to have a relationship modeled for them that is healthy and respectful. If you do not feel you have the strength to do something about this for yourself, consider what this is saying to your kids about how to interact with other human beings.

Me, I tried to buy a car today but after an hour at the dealership they admitted the car I had come to get had been sold in the morning. ARGH. They also said another should be arriving on Tuesday and they will call when it comes in. So annoying. So then I went shopping and had a lovely lunch with my niece, and then a long nap.

This is the kind of day off I like, although it's not good for my bank balance.