I used to slam cupboard doors. Ken would ask, “Is something wrong?” and many times I would honestly not know the answer to his question. I’m embarrassed to admit I was SO unaware of my own emotions. I didn’t know myself well enough to be able to understand what was going on inside of me. For example, one afternoon, Ken went golfing with a friend. I cooked supper. He didn't come home when I expected. Kids were hungry. The clock kept ticking. He came home. I was slamming cupboard doors and almost throwing his plate of nearly burnt food on the table. I wanted to be sure he knew that he was late and that it had disrupted the whole evening. Well, it was obvious to me that I had messed up, and that Janine was not happy. It didn’t seem like she was open to talking about it, so I just stayed quiet to keep the peace. Needless to say, peaceful was not what I was feeling that evening. Now we were both upset. We each spent the evening doing our own thing