Hey wow, that was an absolutely appropriate reaction considering nothing at all happened. I'm glad you have the emotional stability of a twelve year old going through puberty for the first time.
Stomping around and smashing dishes into the sink is fucking retarded.
Because we didn't finish the chicken and one potato? Really?
Don't even fucking start with me, you're just being fucking ridiculous for no fucking reason. Stop displacing your feelings onto us.
You don't get to do that to me, but you especially do not get to do this to them. And if you think that for one fucking second I'm too scared of you to say a word, you're fucking wrong.
I'm not afraid of you, and I haven't been for a long time.
I think you need help.