So end of the year was actually pretty good - no issues/arguments to write home about. So that was a plus. We had a great Christmas. I totally blew presents out of the water this year - so he was pretty happy (seeing as last year was a fucking shitshow of shit because I got him everything he told me he wanted and nothing that I thought of on my own...still not sure WTF with that one). His gifts to me were ok. Shoes I wanted and new perfume, then some other stuff that was more for the house. But, all good. I don't care. He was very relaxed most of the time. And, when he was anxious, it was because of having to go back to work. But he WASN'T the typical anxious, asshole, narcitude that seemed to be the norm. So that was a breath of relief. However, I then started worrying that when he went back to work, the old K would return. Day 1. 1 hour and 15 minutes into him being home, he's already got the attitude going on. I noticed a tinge of it when he said "UPS was here aga...