Un-Happy Birthday Boxing Day

My wife had a bit of a meltdown tonight. Wine had been drunk and silly things were said and she threw herself off the deep end into a rant and a rave that I thought would never end. I know I make mistakes sometimes, but I honestly don’t think I’ve done anything to deserve what I had thrown at me. My suspicion is that she is not looking forward to her second week of training for the new job and needed someone to lash out at. 
It does seem to be the joyous truth about my marriage - I’m here to be blamed and shouted at when something else makes her feel uncomfortable.

But our trip away was lovely, by the way.

RC 21-1-18