It’s my fault, as usual. He isn’t embarrassed, he just doesn’t want anyone to know anything about him. And I need to get myself in a better mood, because that’s what he wants. And quit talking to me, I’m working.
I’m just not in the mood for this. I don’t trust him to behave himself tonight while Mom and I are out, but I’m leaving him there to flounder. If he wants to shoot himself in the foot, go for it – let me help you reload asshole.
“Get yourself in a better mood before I come home” – words that should never be spoken to any woman ever, let alone a woman dealing with bipolar. I will cut him.