and I'm too ashamed to talk to family.
Dh just went mad. He's smashed up a room upstairs, not too sure which room, it might be our bedroom. Don't won't to look yet.
Smashed the glass in the front door by throwing the stair gate through it. Spat his food out of his mouth in the kitchen and called our son a cunt.
Things have been tense here, it's been a long time since he's smashed up things though, but he flipped tonight.
I called him a twat, and shouted at him to stop smashing the front door, said I hated him.
Still don't know what triggered it off. I asked him what made him do that, he said it because of how I've been lately.
I hate it here at the moment. Feel lonely and trapped.