Monday Night Rage
I got yelled at again. Misunderstand isn't the same as disobedience, but using the stove is a new rule I have to adapt to.

Monday Night Rage

It’s been quite some time since I’ve been held in the hallway for a 20-minute rage attack. Tonight at 9:00 p.m. was apparently the time. It is my job to take care of the animals while their owner is busy working at his day job. I take it quite seriously and I feel somewhat proud of the attention I give them.

Due to a small misunderstanding this morning, I made an error of judgment that backfired. Quite frequently, there isn’t enough of the delicious homemade stew. He makes a pot on weekends but has let it run out more than once. More than twice. I’m not sure how many times it’s run out in the winter when there is snow on the ground and that was the argument to use this evening.

The pig needs these vegetables and nutrients to stay warm, apparently. I have blogged before about how rich a meal it is in fact I blogged about it today.

Yesterday he said to me that they probably wouldn’t be enough to last for the week and I agreed. In the past when we run out, I build up the meal as best I can with other things from the kitchen. The pig never goes hungry.

So I rationed what was left in the pot meaning when he got home, he saw there was still food in the pot and assumed I didn’t feed the pig at all. Thus, the 30 minutes of angry yelling started.

I tried to defend my actions at the beginning of the rage but that seems to add to it so the last 10 minutes are just me telling him I understand and apologize and we’ll do it right

As I have done every other day for the last 2 years.

I am most upset by the new change in rules that I have to use the stove to cook the vegetables every morning instead of the alternative of just adding hot water to the mix as I did today.

I haven’t used a stove in over 20 years and I’m somewhat afraid of it because I know how easily I can forget that it’s on. I will do my best and I’m sure it will be fine, but it would have been nice for him to acknowledge the phobia and at least discuss it without the anger.

A fat fat old grumpy pig that probably couldn’t care less. Still, I give it attention and affection and talk to it. We make these fantastic meals. It certainly has no way of communicating to us what it likes and dislikes. For all, I know it loves cold food. It’s all its head up until last week. 

But I will conform. Acknowledge, accept, adapt.

Embrace your now.


Update: at 10:30am today he called and really sincerely apologized to me. It was clear to him he was over the top and it wasn’t called for. There are stressed in his life and he’s not handling it well. He lost his temper on a guy at work too which may be worse. I felt good he called and a bit worried.


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