I've been feeling great for weeks. Therapy has been going well. Nervous about the possibility of a new job soon, but that's on the back burner. Wife has been extremely supportive.

Today, different.

Wife discovers our 11 year old daughter has been hoarding stuff under the sink in her bathroom (toys, snacks, hair accessories and styling tools, etc.) and absolutely GOES OFF on her. Now my wife yells, but she doesnt cross the threshhold of berating our daughter directly or cursing at all. But the yelling is bad enough to trigger me emotionallt, because my mom was 20x WORSE when I was our daughter's age. It's a bunch of "I can't believe this" and "I'm disappointed" and "Id better not see this again" type of stuff.

Then I hear her yell, "...and you still havent done your chores, you got your hair wet so I have to comb it out, and I haven't showered yet!" and my wife storms out and heads to the kitchen.

I follow my wife and ask, "Why dont you let me take her to work?" (I had a little leeway to be late to work today; my wife does not) My wife softens her tone and rolls her eyes in the direction of our daughter's bedroom and angrily says, "Please".

Then... I began gathering trash and recyclables - it's trash day. There is a large cardboard ahipping box and a trash bag next to it in the living room that I've been avoiding dealing with for days.

(Backstory: my wife had been reorganizing her sewing & crafting room, and the box and trash bag were to be put out, but I didn't know if the bag was trash or recyclables and I kept putting off asking her)

Before I grab the bag, my wife says, "you're putting this out, right?" To which I reply, "Yes... it's trash?" She replies with a snappy and angry "Yes".

It stung a bit, so I say, "I'm sorry... I didn't know it was trash". She says, "You saw me put trash in the bag" and I reply, "No, I didnt, and I wanted to ask you to make sure what it was", but before i could finish my sentence, she stormed off and rolled her eyes at me. She goes into the kitchen, grabs her coffee, storms past me with an angry "Excuse me" and heads to our bedroom. I'd just washed my hands and I wanted lotion, so I headed to the bedroom a few steps behind her. As I near the top of the stairs, she slams the door to our bedroom. HARD.

I felt so bad I just avoided her when I went in. I got lotion and left. Forgot my medication (including my depression med).

Got to work and I've felt like absolute shit all day. Saw a snide joking comment my wife made on her friend's post on Facebook and that hurt my feelings...

(Her friend posted a meme that said "I'm one paycheck away from working the pole" and my wife replies "IKR because these two that I live with")

...so I went and ate two lunches. Popeyes and Taco Bell.

Just found out I have to go out this evening. Feeling like eating 2 dinners.

Someone feel like checking in with me and talking me off the proverbial "wall"?

Sorry this is so long.