DH was royally upset at DS the other day for being lax about something. It turns out it's possible that the thing that's happening (some cover thing falling off) just does it on it's own or because of other things that have nothing to do with DS.

DH then got frustrated with me that I was defending DS and grasping for any reason to show that it wasn't DS when all the evidence points to it mostly being DS. I started giggling. DH looked confused. I said it very well could be DS and I believe you though there is also this other thing that happens that means it's not *only* DS. DH started in again and I started laughing. Not mean. Just laughing to myself.

I seem to find this double-standard and hypocrisy funny now. He asked why I was laughing. Then I told him why I was laughing, that he is upset that he believes I'm doing exactly what he does. The look on his face. He knew it was true. He will blindly defend against any accusations regardless of the evidence showing it is 100% a skid's fault.

So he switched tactics and topics right away: he told me that he knew my parents agreed with him that DS should live in a dorm over an apartment at college. I just mildly said I know, but DS'll do fine in either. He started in more on it (which is pointless since we have zero control over what the college assigns). I listened silently. When DH paused for another run at it, I informed him that DS and his roommate succesfully petitioned to get in a campus apartment. (DH didn't know that, I had only just found out.) And I bent down to pet the dog and used that to end the conversation.

I have no idea what has happened in the past five days but ever since I stopped talking to DH (since he doesn't listen) unless I absolutely have to, my attitude shifted. It gave me a new perspective. It's like watching a show.