this morning #1417.

this morning, he needed to stop screaming at me if we were to have a snowball’s chance of breathing some life back into this relationship. as a last resort, i’d planned this weeklong trip. a cabin in the woods. hiking like we used to do. then i turned to the heavens. prayed that a shift in setting would lead to a complete reset. so far, it was just more of the same. we were a day in & he was already picking a fight. it started with him anxious about forgetting his lucky hiking socks. the ones his dad gave him. i tried placating him. said he’d be ok without them. we could still have a nice hike. that set him off. “you’re disrespecting the memory of my dad.” i guess he’s just searching for an excuse to be mad.