So this weekend was a good one, for the most part. You know it’s a hard thing to ride this roller coaster. He can be so mean and hateful then be the person I married again for a few days, sometimes even for a few minutes. This weekend he was just that. Nothing off the chain, just a nice quiet weekend. No fighting, no name calling, just two people enjoying each others company. We watched movies, went out to eat, and just hung around the house. It was nice…not that have changed my mind, but it is nice to just be able to sit back and breathe, even for a little while. But like always, I stepped on a shell. All was well until last night. I plugged us in a movie and made us frito pies. When I brought him his bowl, he started to eat it an freaked smooth out. He started screaming at me calling me worthless, stupid, and every other name you can imagine telling me how I can’t do anything right. I put too much cheese on his frito pie. No, I’m not kidding. When he freaks out on me it’s usually one of two things…something totally ridiculous like the too much cheese incident, or he thinks I am or have cheated on him and am a liar and a whore that won’t admit it. Yes, welcome to my life.