Well, I no sooner wrote that and they got home, in one piece, but now the rage is directed at me.
But I made the mistake of being 'visible', came to get something to eat. Stupid, because it will sit there like a rock, anyway.
Should just be thankful didn't get a call to show up at the police station, or hospital, or morgue.
I understand it's pain-fueled, but sometimes I handle it well, sometimes it bothers me more. :( That makes me feel quite hopeless.
Trouble is, nothing can be said, tomorrow will be like another day (for them), for me it will take days to come down.
Fear it's (their) self-sabotage- they're supposed to go away for tomorrow night with SO, but of course had argument tonight. Selfishly, that would give me one night/ part of wednesday with peace, but can't hope for that now. Guess I'll have to wait and see tomorrow night. :(