moving

Date: 4/9/2016

I was moving out of the house I lived in, and had a completely overwhelming feeling. I had too much stuff to pack and I didn't know how I was going to get it all done in time. At one point, I was throwing out a bunch of stuff into large brown garbage bags and they broke causing a gross brown liquid to leak out onto the carpet, and now I had to deal with cleaning that up. I was completely frustrated and fearful of my wife's return home. When she did get back, she was angry at me and disgusted because I had very little done and she criticized my packing method. Specifically mentioning that i hadn't packed my boots yet. She then assigned me to clean all the vents in the master bedroom (anything with holes) as they were dusty still from when we moved in. Again, overwhelming feelings of helplessness and disdain. My dog Java ( who we put to sleep about 9 months ago in real life) was there and hadn't eaten or drunk water in a while. I though she had to. Go out, but she was very thirsty and quickly drank all the water I gave her.