Would you believe me if I told you that I was never angry with you? Disappointed, yes. Rightfully or not. Frustrated at the outside circumstances of the universe and how they influenced each of us - of course. But that I was never actually really angry:
Dear crazy Husband, If you are going to egg me on all day long, then you should hardly be surprised when I spend all evening acting like a baby (or a sad wet puppy). Read: it's your own fault that you have to deal with this, and I am non-repentant in that fact. That is all.