Tonight my husband got a bad temper. Because I didn't get chips and curry in a closed tray from chip shop, he went mad. Because he didn't want to go home. He wanted to eat them in the car away from home. He hates where we live due to a neighbour he doesn't like. I to have to put up with things here but I wouldn't take it out on my husband. He started throwing eggs out of the fridge and looking for an argument. I try not to respond. He said I should go and get layed by another man. The truth is his words cut threw me. It's terrible. Some drug dealers at the side of the chip shop annoyed him because they wouldn't move their car. I get frustrated and frightened by things. I just hope Jesus sees all this. When your husband says bad things it hurts. I know he's poorly, but so am I today.