I wish that she would just come out and tell me when she was angry but that never has been her way.
She likes things to smolder. She likes to keep me on the edge. I think that it’s part of my punishment for upsetting her – first I had to suffer, then she could freak out, then I could apologize.
I’m tired of the whole mess though. The routine has gotten to me.
I have a stack of books and a purse full of snacks. This time I can wait her out.