“My whole day is ruined now!”
“I'll have to take the day off of work to solve this!”
Followed by the slamming of everything, like doors and toilet seats. May as well break everything, seeing as that's the only solution to not getting a new toy.
Rather than actually try to solve the problem, rather than make records, rather than do anything at fucking all.
Slam, slam, slam.
... Then there's the whole refusal to engage in the world because one bad thing happened.
“I can't run now because of this.” He still has everything he needs to run. Nothing has changed.
“I can't make dinner because I'm upset.” As if that is relevant, as if he's never made me make dinner while I was upset or in pain or anything at all.
There are so many days where I struggle with not hating him for this kind of shit, but there are so many more where I feel trapped and without option.