Well, much back and forth. When he started to get angry, swearing and using loaded language. I warned him I would leave the house if he continued. "It's just a ******* word, you know that. You say that all the time." I replied, "No, I say it is just a word which takes its meaning from how it is used." He continued the attack. I grabbed my nighttime meds and left, saying that he made me feel like a worthless, useless thing. He called me a drama queen.
Man, I wish I were exaggerating here.
I drove out to a rural park, and sat for a bit, meditating and crying alternately. After thinking through my options, I decided I felt that I ought to go back and see if he wanted to give the talk another try.
He had left by the time I got back to the house.
So, here I sit. No close friends. I do NOT want to go out to the family quite yet, as mother, brother and sister-in-law are all very affected by alcoholism, and I really do not want to poison the well.
Post Edited (Myself 09) : 3/14/2015 4:24:58 PM (GMT-6)