![]() You can explain that perhaps you have to come by only for dessert because you need to spend most of the day with your parents. ![]() I think this year you should accept the invitiation to the son-in-law's family home. I'm so excited about the baby and I can't wait to see you!" You say that you understand now that she's married that holidays get divided, so you want to figure out a way that makes everyone happy. "Courtney, I'm so glad you can finally have the animals you always wanted, but I can't be in the house with them, Sweetie, so it would be easier if you could visit at my place. With as much patience and lightness as you can, you deal with the issues one by one. So do your best to figure out how to finesse the trick questions. But your daughter married him, is starting a family with him, and this new behavior is a test that's rigged towards making you flunk. Based on the "never cross the doorstep" remark your son-in-law sounds like quite the jerk. But it's most unfortunate these two adults act as if they don't understand you can't bring your own pet to the home of a person who can't breath when exposed to dander. Your unallergic daughter may be overreacting to her inability to have childhood pets. I won't know what to do the first time I run into someone from the block-do I acknowledge what happened? Apologize? Every time I pull into the driveway, I pray I won't see any of our neighbors. But I'm having trouble getting over my sense of humiliation. I am under a lot of professional and personal stress (pressure at work, a major change in my husband's job, change in income, and a recent death in the family), and I know this is the source of my "episode." I'm looking for a therapist to help me work through what happened and figure out how to prevent it from happening again. I was so loud that a neighbor called the police, which was humiliating, and now I'm concerned that everyone on the block thinks I'm being abused (or am abusive myself). Nothing like this has happened to me before. I started screaming at the top of my lungs, slamming doors-basically throwing a tantrum like a child. Dear Prudence, Recently, my husband and I were arguing over something trivial, but it escalated and I suddenly found myself spinning out of control.
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