…unless Mr. Rilch backs down.
For previewers: He’s accusing me of 'having a fit" when I swear to you, I am not.
It would take too long to explain the situation. The point is, I am as calm as anyone can be expected to be, considering. Suffice to say that we don’t know that we’re screwed, and there’s a good chance that we’re not, but if we are, oh boy.
But the thing is, all I have to say is, “I can’t find it”, and it starts.
Him: Don’t start getting bent out of shape.
Me: I’m not.
Him: Yes you are. I know how you get.
Me: I’m not getting like anything.
Him: Yes you are. You start going hnnhhhh, hnnhhhh, and getting all unstrung—
Me: I am not doing anything of the sort.
Him: I know how you get. You always get like that.
Me: I am not. Getting. Like anything.
Him: [getting loud] Goddammit Rilch! I’m not going to put up with another one of your tantrums!
Me: Saying “I can’t find it” is not a tantrum!
Him: Yeah, but you were like “I can’t find it! It’s gone forever! My whole life is ruined! Waaahhh!”
Me: Only the first four words of that are accurate.
Him: I don’t have time for this! I don’t have time for your hnnhhhh, hnnhhhh and your hysterics—
Me: I am not making any noises like that.
Him: “Hnnhhhh, hnnhhhh…AAAAUGHHHH! I can’t find it!” Rilch, youy have not changed in ten years. You always—
Me: Yes. I. Have. I am not doing anything like that. I am being calm and reasonable—
Him: I don’t have time for this. Goddammit, Rilch, I have to WORK!
Me: You know what, JTL? Suck my DICK!
So now he’s gotten the reaction he wanted. And I swear to you, I did not raise my voice until well after he had, and only because he kept accusing me of being out of control.
I don’t “always” do this. I have made great strides in keeping my temper under control. But every time we’re in a situation where I once would have lost my temper, he reacts as if I already have, and he keeps retaliating (against nothing) until I do lose my temper.
I just don’t see a solution to this. Even after we’d both calmed down, I tried again to get him to admit that I hadn’t been getting bent out of shape, at least not about the problem itself, and he kept insisting that I had. I don’t know what I can do to convince him otherwise.