I’ve had a few really difficult days.
A most beloved member of my family passed away.
My husband supports me for a few hours, in the hospital, then plummets in a depression and drinks the night away, then suffers a hangover the next day.
I comfort him, then got to work.

Today, mega problems at work, with possible legal consequences.
He overhears conversations before and after work and upon hearing I might be embroiled in a lawsuit, he has heart palpitations and chest pains so I have to comfort him.

Early this evening we go to a birthday party of twin boys. The kids love airplanes so the two birthday cakes are in the shape of silver airplanes.
My husband passive aggressively proclaims that the planes are replicas of F16’s, fighter planes used to bomb Krajina, and then encourages us to eat birthday cake shaped in the symbol of the oppressor.
i need a blood transfusion.