DS, mid twenties, was stomping about very loudly in his room earlier this evening - I was watching TV. Been ill for sometime and was watching to relax - and get me in the frame to go back to work tomorrow. I called upstairs for him to be quieter - wasn't so called again. He came down, switched the TV off and shouted his head off at me.
At one point I said if he carried on, neighbours would call the police - he grapped my phone and said that he would. Tried to push me back into the chair when I got up. He'd clearly, very clearly been drinking - shouted, ranted so loudly and for long without pausing for breath. Said I was internalising things, on and on, much of it frankly didn't make sense. DH said there, saying very little.
He'd obviously been on the phone to his gf - stressful call he implied.
I've never had cause to the frightened of him before. But he was positively scary.
It's late now - too late to go to a hotel. If I'd called the police, it would have got nowhere. He didn't hit me. Obviously, things are difficult for him with gf - but he knows how much we love and support him. This was so out of the blue - and on mother's day. Feel shattered.