I have moved from 'trying to get where he's coming from' to 'stabby' today.
(although this can be explained by upbringing. My mom refused to buy frout for us as kids because it was 'to expensive'--she bought us twinkees instead because they were cheaper. It was 'to expensive to go to doctors for, er, uhm, my entire life [we had insurance but there was a copay!].
The Mr.s parents have just finished their 3rd? [maybe only 2nd, I dunno] bankruptcy type thingy.)
I have 2 pages of angry letter that I"m going to try to resist the urge to shove into his hands when I walk in the door tonight. Becaue I last talked to him 5 hours ago and I"m still frowning and seething.
(That's rare. Very rare. In fact, I've been a quasi-semi-regular back when this was RE-Merica. How often have I groused about the Mr? life, often--I'm a whiney-butt. But the Mr is usually not a source of frustration)