Things just got jumbled. Most of it, maybe even all of it was my fault. I got emotional. I lost all sense of logic and rationality.
While I knew it was not reasonable to expect my husband to understand what was setting me off. Still I wanted him to know and I tried to force the issue. It was useless and it went from one area to another. When logic goes out the window and emotions take over chaos comes and feelings are hurt all the way around.
The bigger issue is I am still emotional and it seems like a constant companion or perhaps even a permanent partner. I guess that is one of the reasons that running away seems the most practical course of action until I get it together. I am running just as fast as I can, wih no real destination.