So the other day, our dog got a doughnut off the counter and my husband lost it. He yelled at the dog, berated him and put him in his crate. (which you aren't ever supposed to do. the crate is supposed to be a dog's safe haven) He held a grudge against the dog for most of the night, sending him away when he wanted to play or sit with my husband.

Today, I was hungry. There was leftover cake in the kitchen, a large piece, but not too large, and I ate it. When my husband got home from work, I was upstairs in the bathroom and I heard him scream, "You ate it all!!!" Then I heard his boots coming up the stairs stomping as hard as he could. He talked (yelled) to me through the bathroom door because I didn't dare come out and he yelled at me about eating the cake because he wanted some.

When he went downstairs, I went back into the bedroom. After a while he came up again and I told him that he was treating me like he treated the dog the other day with the doughnut. I said that he was treating me like a child, it is a piece of cake, and he could bake another one. He said that he was treating me like a child who did something bad because I did something bad. (I always thought something bad included hurting others, and not eating the last piece of cake) He said that he was disappointed in me because I did practice self restraint. I said, "You want self restraint? Take a look at all the knives in the kitchen that I DIDN'T use to cut my arms open."

WTF am I supposed to think? Now he is all upset that I am being quiet. I really don't need this kind of BS when I am on the edge anyway.