My husband has been pushing to get our son Kevin into a special autism program. He had met with a local psychologist and he thought they had agreed that Kevin should go to the special school she works with. We have Kevin's annual review on Thursday. I didn't want to walk in there and blindside them, so I told his teacher what we were thinking. (Let me say that I think the district is doing well with Kevin and that putting him in a special program is moving backwards. BUT I was going to back up my husband's plan and try it for a year.) Well, last night I received a call from the coordinator of elem.sp.ed. for the school district. She kindly informed me that the psychologist was not recommending the special program, but one of two programs within the district. I got to be the messenger...By the time he got home from work last night at 12:30am, he had worked himself up into an angry state. He was angry at me. He woke me up and started in on me. He said it was my fault for having told them. (Here's the thing, you cannot walk into one of these meetings 2 weeks before the end of school and drop a bomb. There has to be time to make the new plan.)
He said, "I'm going in there Thursday loaded for bear and you'd better back me up." I told him that I would back him up even though I do not agree with the plan. 30 min later after I had fallen back into an exhausted sleep he said, "I'm not going to the meeting. You take care of it, sign all the papers and when our son ends up F'd up, it will be your fault." (I was kind of relieved to be honest. His confrontational attitude has made me uncomfortable many times in these meetings.)
PS, I binged in the evening after the call because I knew what was coming. We had a music awards event. I did fine for most of the meal, but as we were leaving, I grabbed some cookies and stuffed them into my mouth. I continued eating at home until I was exhausted and fell into bed like some drunk.