Lisa's Major Blow-Up. Again.

I should have seen the signs coming as early as Monday. That's when what should have been a nice sit down family dinner between mom, dad, and son since Lisa didn't get to spend any time that day with Johnnie turned from that positive thought into something else. Lisa's stomach didn't agree with the beef brocollini dish I made with soy sauce. I mean I thought that was bland enough. But not so said Lisa.  And so I walked off feeling disappointed that she didn't end up liking it. Or that it didn't agree with her stomach. I remember thinking well maybe next time we'll make it even more bland. But what the heck am I going to eat? This morning we were supposed to hang out again as a family before they took off for the Kederian Christmas Eve dinner. I hadn't talked to my own family so I had no idea what I was going to do later. Maybe watch the Spiderman movie was on my mind. But at least I'd get to have breakfast and see Johnnie for the bulk of today and that was good enough for me. So I went over there, we did have breakfast <some bread cake one of Lisa's patients gave her> and that was perfectly fine. I thought I'd be eating a lot for dinner so no big deal if I don't eat so much. We had a perfectly nice game of dominoes after breakfast too. With a nice colorful set given to Lisa as a present we decided to teach Johnnie the game right then and there. And we had a perfectly nice time. So... what... the... fuck... happened? First Lisa gets a phone call from her dad about her needing to be somewhere <bad memory #1 ... Christmas time 2007 we were having dinner in Santa Monica and Lisa got a call from her dad telling her she needed to be somewhere. Boy that set her off emotionally that time>. She half-complained about it but I didn't think much of it. Then she went to the bathroom and apparently felt pain doing so. And THAT set her off even more as she is now in her "I'm sick" mode and I could tell it was really bugging her. At this time I had suggested we go get sushi since I am now totally confused about what she could or couldn't eat. I was happy to wait and see what they would decide since I'd be taking off right after anyway. And then Lisa decided she wanted to make lunch in the house. She had no food in the refridgerator. She had leftover zucchini and onions from Monday. Maybe I should have just ate a little of that and then eat after leaving which I do on occasion anyway. Instead, I made the comment that it's ok I didn't need to eat, she could simply eat whatever was good for her. And I commented that I don't eat what she does. Which was a true statement in the sense that she usually eats bland food, and specifically after Monday and there wasn't anything in the fridge that I would eat normally. THAT SET HER OFF COMPLETELY. Next thing you knew, I saw an onion flying towards the living room. She was yelling incoherently and ran out of the kitchen, picking up Johnnie and setting him down out of the way in the process. She headed to the backyard. Johnnie started to cry. I could hear her yelling. I asked Johnnie if something got hit, he said that mommy stepped on his toe. I started rubbing it and told her it was ok. And then Lisa went back in and started yelling at me. I could see her standing over us while I had Johnnie on my lap on the couch, her eyes had that wild look. My reflexes wanted to protect Johnnie and I simply said PLEASE Lisa, go back outside and walk it off. I kept saying that. PLEASE Lisa. I wasn't yelling. I was imploring. And then she took Johnnie from me <bad memory: summer 2018 when Lisa and I had a fight with similar yelling and I kept Johnnie close to me and she kept trying to take him> All of a sudden a flood of bad memory hits me about August 2016 when we were moving and we had a fight in the living room. Same thing. Why does she always try to keep Johnnie close to her? All this time she kept on yelling and screaming about why I just couldn't go along. But that was it for me. I didn't respond. I didn't yell. I didn't do anything. I simply got up and walked away and drove home. I went to Ralphs to pick up lunch. Immediately I had another bad memory flashback of Christmas time when her mom got arrested because of she and her dad were attacking each other. Or the memory of 2016 when we had the big fight that precipitated her moving out of our bedroom. Or 2018 when she screamed at me over her employee bonuses. All. Very. Very. Sad. All i kept thinking was: I hope Johnnie is ok. Just like that Lisa just fucked up Christmas.