Today, David and I had been having a great day. Laughing.
The phone rang, since I had my hands in dishwater I asked him to answer it. He put it on speakerphone.
I asked him to hold it close, instead he accused me of not wanting him around.
How does, hold the phone equal “you don’t want me around.”?
I asked him to explain it, and he doesn’t know how to.
He went from nice to mean in the space of a couple of minutes. and continued to be ornery mean for 20 minutes.
I wish I understood, as then I could avoid whatever set him off. Sadly, with mental illness, we may never know.