I call it verbal abuse

I can’t send this file to anyone because it’s long. This was tonight. I worked earlier, came home and cooked a roast. He didn’t feel well so laid down. I baked potatoes and gravy with corn and sliced home made bread. I woke him up to ask him to move his stuff from the dinner table. He was in a bad mood. I was happy. When I cut it, the roast fell apart. He went ballistic and I lost my appetite. Here’s the conversation if you can call it that.