Oh my God, I am SO mad.  Furious, fuming, throwing-things mad. 

I drove Greg’s car earlier.  The suction cup from his satellite radio had come loose from the windshield.  At one point during the drive the whole apparatus flew off the dash, and it actually hit Gracie who was sitting in my lap.  I took it and set it in the floorboard so no further harm would come to it, or me, or the dog. 

We all got in the car later to go to dinner - Greg, myself, and his parents who are here.  He asked me why the radio was in the floor, and I told him it flew off the dash while I was driving.  He picked it up to look at it, and apparently during the melee the LCD screen got cracked.  He got mad and said it had been unattached from the windshield for a week and hadn’t come off - I told him I had not touched the radio.  He didn’t answer, and didn’t say a word to me for the rest of the ride or all through dinner.  When we got back I asked him if the silent treatment was going to last the rest of the evening or was that just for dinner.  His answer?  “Who knows?” 

I am so mad I can’t even see straight.  I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO BREAK THE DAMN RADIO.  It could have happened to whoever drove the car next.  The one damn time I just want to get in my car and go home, I don’t have my car here.  I’m not sleeping in there, I don’t want him even speaking to me unless its to apologize. 

Am I missing something here, because I don’t feel like I did anything that I need to apologize for.