Thank you guys for your empathy and input on the sitch.
This is a common cycle of three weeks of all good, and a final week of instability and surprise accusations. For those thinking I'm just a cuck in training, I assure you that I would be out of this rediculous relationship if it weren't for two little boys that need a stable family unit. I don't take well to abuse or hollow threats.
Saying that, we all wake up normal again and the house is in peace. A couple of well worded text msgs helped to smooth things over, and while she sulked through her open tasks, I called her over and gave her a hug. Basically, telling her that I'm not mad, and just confused about last night.
She told me that I undermined her direction to the kids and it triggered her. I suppose she told them to go upstairs and get ready, and once I saw that the kitchen only had a couple of items left I started heading up to help. Basically
logic combined with a sense that she is losing control, and a plethora of unresolved confidence issues.
We are all good, and while I carry the resentment with me, I'll help her study for her job interview for one day and leave her at the cottage for the week to have peace for studying and to do her interview without distraction. Since make up
is always great, we will do some of that to close out this stupidity.
Grandparents will watch the kids for the night, and should be
by next week when she's past her hormonal surge or whatever.
This will likely go on for the next thirteen years and I'll bounce once the kids are 18 unless she becomes a different person.