Tater hasn't seen me crazy yet, but I have told him about it the couple of times I fly into a rage. Doesn't happen too terrible often, ironically enough, I did had an absolute freakout yesterday. I. Was. Livid. I was shaking, panting, dizzy, wanted to punch a hole (or a dozen) in the wall, cursed a blue streak, and yeah, I cry when I get angry, so there's that too.
He's only seen me cry one time. We were Skyping when my brother called and asked me what the heck was going on with our dad. My parents were in the midst of a divorce after being married for 40 something years and my dad seemed to be extracting himself from all of our lives. We're all grown, but that still hurts like a mother. Tater overheard my side of the conversation, which was fine by me, so when I sat back down I wiped my few tears away and he was looking unsure of himself. He just asked, "Are you okay?" in a quiet, rumbley, sympathetic voice and I though, "Yeah, I am now" because it was clear that though he was uncomfortable and lost, he was also empathetic and loving. He's not great with that kind of thing (neither am I), we both prefer the distraction method and we'll each deal with our emotions when we're ready to, so he told me to keep going with the story I had been telling him. It was a little rocky at first, he had to remind me what I had been saying, but in a matter of minutes, I was back to being myself and I was able to process my dad's behavior in a calm manner later.:happy: