Love Languages

Last week, I got the book that Fred recommended. I'm reading it and it's interesting but I don't see, honestly, how it's going to help us any. I'm not sure why it was recommended, frankly. I think our problems are 100x larger than "what love language we speak".

Ricky and I went on a 24-hour trip to Santa Barbara (sans children) that was very awkward and not enjoyable for me. We managed to be civil (I have much experience with putting on the "happy face" and pretending like all is well) and the dinner was fine until he flipped out over something that I saw as very minor. He became incredibly angry and hostile and I found myself regretting that I'd ever agreed to go. The tension between us is so high right now. Some days, I feel hopeless that things are ever going to change or improve.