Hubby had decided it was too dangerous at dawn for Hardy since he is black and there are coyotes too and fast cars who wont see him. Now he wants to cave in early because Hardy meows: where is his spine and will? I am so sick of his lack of word. He never ever does what he plans to do or it takes forever until it is too late and irrelevant. I am so stressed out about Hardy still going out early in the day- He is invisible to the few dawn cars on our street....We had a fight because hubby was caving in when he came back and wanted to let himout in the dark during rush hour (it is 7H30am). I am so sick of arguing with him that I abruptly told him off: he went upstairs. I hate hate hate how we speak to each other:always nastily and abruptly. But BJG argues about every single thing for safety and I loose patience by now at the first sign of doubt on his part. I really today have zero tolerance for his mood swings and mind swings. I feel terrible I told him off so fast this morning...but he was guilt tripping because Hardy was meowing. Forgive me Lord because hubby never forgives me. May I let BJG care for the cat though he may very well get him killed. I am so sick of us both disagreeing on every fucking thing.There is zero team work:just yelling and talking nasty and arguing. The feeling is yawky this morning and I resent God for not protecting Laurel and maybe not hardy either. These cats outdoors are driving me batty wth worries and sress.Super unfun and nasty feeling. I am sure Hardy will die before he is 8 years old. All I feel is that I am being crushed by impending doom. Om shanti om!

*The light is up and Hardy went out. May he be protected from harm,Lord.

om shanti om.

Oh, he walked straight back inside.