I am the cause of all her woes…and that includes being sent home from work today, though I'll give her the benefit of the doubt on that, but barely. She didn't follow procedure.
But that aside, I'm as always the cause of all that's bad. At this point, and for some time now, I just don't care. I figure, put up with the yelling and the irrationality. Take it and at some point she goes to bed or otherwise quits.
It's a raft of issues. Sure, I'm partially at fault, but I just don't give a damn anymore. My life may be bloody miserable, but I can live with it.