I got home from my meeting to find him like this.
He had a rough afternoon, ending in a F5 meltdown over trying to learn to tie his own new shoes, which started inside the shoe store (sorry Damon) and lasted a few blocks of downtown.
He said things he didn't mean and did things he knew would hurt me.
Sometimes we have to pause and realize everyone has struggles. Some battles may be over things we can easily do, and take for granted.
In the end we shared tears, hugs, and apologies. And, he eventually mastered those darn laces.