Dima, and stress
Things have been going excellently with him for some time now. I've been pretty well convinced by his efforts that things can be very livable for us... that I can be happy (and him too.)
I think he is stressed out right now. His next CPA section is very hard for him, and there is more to study for it than he anticipated. The break he expected is certainly not happening. He is struggling to stay on track.
Today he has to pick up an aquaintance of his parents at JFK and take her to a hotel. They "made" him. It is so dumb.... TAXI?! Instead he must take up a couple of hours that he does not want to.
So, he is a bit stressed and on edge.
The reason I am writing???
I went into the office to tell him about some things he had been asking of, and I said something he didn't like. He started toward me (and I was holding my macbook) and it frightened me so much. All he did was jump in my dirrection a little before stopping himself, but I was really nervous he would break the laptop or something. I mean, I was nervous as my first, gut reaction.
*sigh*
Oh, and now that I am feeling ready to start working on something I need to he is in the kitchen pulling apart the fridge to eat. gahhhhh.
It bothers me that apparently so close under his surface lurks smashing-things-anger.
I think he is stressed out right now. His next CPA section is very hard for him, and there is more to study for it than he anticipated. The break he expected is certainly not happening. He is struggling to stay on track.
Today he has to pick up an aquaintance of his parents at JFK and take her to a hotel. They "made" him. It is so dumb.... TAXI?! Instead he must take up a couple of hours that he does not want to.
So, he is a bit stressed and on edge.
The reason I am writing???
I went into the office to tell him about some things he had been asking of, and I said something he didn't like. He started toward me (and I was holding my macbook) and it frightened me so much. All he did was jump in my dirrection a little before stopping himself, but I was really nervous he would break the laptop or something. I mean, I was nervous as my first, gut reaction.
*sigh*
Oh, and now that I am feeling ready to start working on something I need to he is in the kitchen pulling apart the fridge to eat. gahhhhh.
It bothers me that apparently so close under his surface lurks smashing-things-anger.