I got tripped up in a conversation that seemed to turn to make me look bad. Scratching my head as to how that happened. That felt frustrating to be a part of. All I said was I’d just take a ride to see if the med was at the pharmacy rather than this whole discussion about it. It felt like I was getting grilled as to what kind of a call or text I got. I felt like I was testifying, shish. He barked at me, “Why do you have to be like that?” In front of our son, who was frustrated from the circular conversation leading up to that conflict. When I went to put on my shoes, he called the store to see if the med was there. It was. He ran out to the store, preventing me from going...why? WTH? Everything feels like so much struggle. I’ll try to keep more quiet, gray rock, don’t trip into it. I couldn’t be any more boring!