I had a great day on Saturday. I went to see my mum and we spent time together. We went to see a sculpture exhibition on the beach, all art was made out of recycled items, there really were some excellent pieces. I hope to post pictures later, but first I need to get a usb cable for my new phone.

Then we had fish n’ chips on the beach. It was nice, but kind of interrupted by a woman who locked her keys in the car, and her kids kept running around near where we were eating and trying to run through our fish n’ chips and she didn’t do anything. They also ran over and stomped all over this old man’s papers and he got angry and told them to shoo. Later he came over to us and had a grumble about parents who can’t raise their kids properly.

After that we went to the shopping centre and did a bit of shopping, I bought something for Okaasan for mother’s day, and we got some afternoon tea and took it back to her house and had some. After that mum dropped me at the train station and Yasu picked me up from the train station near our house.

I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know what. When we got home I set about making dinner but Yasu was sulking. After dinner he started an argument with me and ended up kicking the bin and breaking the lid (the second bin he has broken like this) and then he went into our bedroom and swept all the things off my bedside table. My lamp, the telephone, my jewellery, my ipod. He got the mattress and pulled it up off the bed and threw it against the wall (no mean feat) and the standing lamp also fell over. All the bed clothes came off and went on the floor. I had only just freshly made that bed too.

I was so upset, but Yasu wouldn’t talk to me. He ignored me. He just got into bed and said “I’m sleeping”. When I tried to talk to him, he wouldn’t open his eyes.

So in the end I just sat down next to him and I said

“Yasu, I don’t think I deserve this treatment. Every day you come home and you’re angry about something, and you start a fight, and I don’t know why. If only you would talk to me about what is going on, I’m sure we could get through it, but you refuse to.

I do everything I can for you, I try to be a really good wife. I’ve had health problems for two years straight, which I have been trying to get over. I really don’t need this shit from you, you know? Some days I am so sick, but I get up, I have a shower, I make myself fresh, and I cook dinner because I know you’re coming home after a long day’s work and you’re tired. I do my best to make your life easier.

I love you, but I can’t take it anymore, all this angry business. All the yelling and the shouting and swearing. It’s stressing me out. I can’t take it anymore. So listen here, you better pull your socks up mate. If you don’t pull your socks up by the end of this week then I AM LEAVING. I am serious. I just cannot take it anymore.”

And with that, I tucked him into bed and left the room.

Sunday morning Yasu woke me up at 8am and asked me if I wanted to go to the local markets. So off we went and he was back to his usual calm self.

In the afternoon he talked to me and told me he didn’t want to be angry anymore and could I help him by doing some Reiki on him like I used to do.

Today has brought new revelations in that he’s finally talking about what is going on at work instead of bottling it all up. Before, he refused to talk about work to me, saying that he “didn’t want to worry me” and he “didn’t want to bring work home”, but I feel that we are here for each other, we should lean on each other, and tell each other about our day, good or bad. That is why we committed to each other, so we could share the highs and the lows. Together.

I think I am making some progress with him, and I am glad he decided he didn’t want to be angry anymore.