Timelies all!

One the one hand, Mr. S let us sleep until almost 8. On the other hand he's been out of control a lot today..

We had a warning but nothing too close. I did hear that Jonesboro had a tornado -- isn't that where Matt lives? Matt, are you and your family OK?

We had multiple tornado warnings, but I don't believe anything touched down here, so we're all safe. Nursing homes in nearby Trumann and Monette were destroyed though, and there were deaths and people rescued from the rubble at the latter.

Thanks for checking in, Matt and Kate P.

Happy birthday, Gary and Consuela!

We're west of all the tornado action. Just some strong winds. Our dog Freya got really spooked by all the wind so I stayed up until about 5:00am with her to keep her quite so my wife could sleep. She ended up getting up early and letting me sleep in to around noon. After having lunch and watching the first half of Hunt for Red October since it was on Prime, I went to the pharmacy to pick up some of my wife's prescriptions, hit the grocery store for a couple of things, went to Petsmart to get dog food, then my wife and I walked the dogs, I burned some yard brush from a tree we took down a couple of weeks ago, I then made dinner and cleaned in the kitchen which is where I screwed up by making too much noise and making my wife angry. Then I compounded things by talking software development too loudly with my daughter and making her even more angry. I have a way of managing to fuck things up even when a day was going fine. I should also learn it's best if I just don't talk.

I was going to do some software stuff, but I think I may just play a game and have some escapism. I'm thinking about suicide a lot and I know that's not a good thing to dwell on. Now I feel like I'm just being a big downer which... yeah, back to that not talking thing.

Aw, Gud. I wish you didn't feel like that. I really hope you can get away from the idea that not talking is a good solution. I'm prone to thinking that myself but I don't think its true for either of us.

You are not responsible for your wife's anger, however it feels.

Escapism game sounds good.

I missed the tornado news until now, how terrible! Glad to hear Kate and Matt and fams are safe!

Oh, Gud. You are such a good person and so undervalued and so mistreated by the person who should love you best and most fiercely in all the world. You deserve infinitely better than this.

Jesus Fucking Christ, Gud! I know you are conscious of what you're typing out and it looks insane.

Not you. Her. You know her behavior is abusive and bullshit.

Aside from everything else I hate about your wife (mostly her abuse), she's the laziest piece of shit I've ever witnessed.

You are literally holding down a high level full time highly compensated job and doing ALL the work around your house while still absorbing her irrational, utter bullshit abuse.

I fucking hate your wife more than I can say, and I would happily watch her spontaneously combust.

Get the fuck away from her. Divorce her. Your eldest daughter is out of the house.

Can you even imagine just the peace you would have by NOT living with her? That's within your power.

I have to say I agree with David 100%. I can't even remotely imagine getting mad at Brendon for making noise, or vice versa. (ya know talking air compressor while I am in bed here) Neither of us does the lion's share of house chores either. The unevenness of responsibility is so minor compared to the anger and abuse you endure. She isn't going to change and you deserve so much better.

Gudanov, my understanding is that talking is an important part of working through that sort of issue. If you post here, we'll sympathize and hope it helps. If you need it, my phone number is at the top of my profile. I've never been in your situation, but I can listen. The only advice I have to offer is to repeat what has been posted here before: talk to a professional.

I just had a beautiful vision of Gudanov's wife coming back from an outing one day (at first I typed "errand," but she doesn't run errands, she just makes Gud run them and then tells him all the ways he did it wrong) to find exactly half the furniture and all Gud's belongings gone, and a ream of paper sitting on the kitchen counter that turns out to be a printout of every angry, bitter, absolutely true thing each of us has said here about her over the years, and she never sets eyes on him again, although both his daughters do because his new place is so quiet, and warm and welcoming.

It's a mean, petty, spiteful vision but I like it. And, Gud, you are a good person. A fundamentally good person, in all your couch-flipping, backyard-UFO-building, novel-writing, kids-life-journeys-accepting essential Buffista selfhood, and it breaks all our hearts that we can see your goodness and know what peace and goodness you deserve but we know you've been bullied into disbelieving all of it.