It just hit me how often I snap at my husband. Not “snaps,” but retorts imbued with such ferocity that I’m disgusted by my own lack of self-control.

Can I blame it on the Pandemic? Too easy. I won’t fall on that particular scapegoat. Because, like the people who made me, I’m short-tempered and quick to speak without thinking things through.

Just this morning, I was working out in the basement, with my phone’s timer set and my husband called me from upstairs to ask if a particular cup would be put in the microwave.

I nearly bit his head off and the resulting guilt I now feel is crushing and it’s not the first time. On the flip side, he never does this to me. Never makes me feel like shit with a cheap attack or by pushing my buttons.

Somehow, I need to get a handle on this.