AH. I absolutely hate this. Last week, Chad was behaving awfully. He was threatening to kill us and slamming doors and screaming and everything else. .. Sort of like how things were years ago. Now, he's just left the couch where I'm sitting. He came out for a bit of pleasant conversation, it seems, and sat there drinking a glass of milk and giving me suggestions for television shows. He asked about Hayden's new tank and a few other snake things, and that was it. Voices were never raised.
I absolutely refuse to believe that things can change over the course of a night. Things were awful yesterday and things seem terribly perfect today. Fucking brilliant, no?
I just wish he could get things under control. We're all so fucking afraid of him. He and I hang out all the time. It's scary to think that at any given moment he can snap and I'll be having my life threatened or be seconds away from a car accident.
/sighh.