The breakfast...

Last night, Sunday, was another low point. Another crazy cycle.


N felt I had disrespected him at breakfast and I felt he had disrespected me. As usual, it was both of us but neither of us could see that then!
I told him I was making breakfast while he was in bed. Then I told him it was ready. Then I put everything on the table. Then I called him and said it was on the table. Then I waited. Then I called him and he said not to rush him. So I started. But it bothers me that he never comes for meals when I ask him. It's not a big deal, it just feels disrespectful and his food always gets cold.
When he came in he thanked me and I gave him my egg, finished and left the table. He felt that I was disrespectful and rude. I was, but in my head I was hurt. He called me on it and I explained how I feel about meal times. I hadn't meant to be rude at all and I said I didn't feel I had been, I was giving him my egg to be nice. So he wouldn't talk to me. I asked if we could talk it out as it wasn't a big deal, he shouted that he wasn't talking to me. I was upset. He was rude. The day went on...