She finally pressed the right buttons. I've often thought it, but never said it when she fights with me. She likes to press my buttons when she fights.

This time she got the right combination and I verbally threatened to break her jaw. (Exact words. I would never actually do this, but the fact that it escallated to a verbal threat shows how far past my breaking point I was pushed.)

She called MY mother. I don't snoop, but what I can gather is my mom told her you'd be happier if you'd been working over the summer and would have less time to think about stupid shit.

After the break her jaw comment, I was instantly stress free like she didn't fight with me for the past 48 hours.

I took a sick day, telling the boss she was sick. I woke her up about 9:00 so we could spend time together, hoping to smooth everything out. Much to my surprise, she was pissed about being woken up "early".

I tired to stay out of her way most of the day, so we didn't fight too much, but more than if I went to work.

She fought with me most of the day.

We went grocery shopping, she was bitching that I put too much extra stuff in the cart. (English Muffins, 9oz. Canadian bacon and Yogurt, maybe some other stuff, no more than $10 worth total) So I paid for the groceries hoping to calm the gale. She went out that evening with her "friend". I was very willing to get away from her.

I get home about 7:30 a.m. I let her sleep, after the "don't wake me up early" deal on Weds.

When she woke up, It was really rocky, things seemed OK, then they didn't, then they did.

We went to a dept. store to buy a gift for her nephew's birthday. They didn't have it, but we bought some other stuff, roughly 50/50 split as to whom would use it. Including underwear for her and a T-shirt. We were also supposed to see "Snakes on a Plane". We needed to go to the Verizon kiosk. We ate lunch first she paid. As we walked out of Subway, I stopped to look at the movie times. She muttered something under her breath at me. We stopped at Claire's she paid. Go to the verizon kiost, wait like an hour, find out we have to go to the Verizon store about 20 minutes away.
Verizon store tech is out to lunch, come back in an hour.
While we wait, she goes into a clothing store, we're looking through the racks. (I'm looking for her size on this rack) I swear she said "this is my size, but it's too long". I'm reasonably sure L or T after the size number means long or tall, she needs petite, because labling women's clothes like men's clothes is too easy.
We go to a different rack, there's not enough room for both of us to stand there and thumb through it. She gets mad and we leave the mall. We get in the car, she's doing 60 mph through the parking lot. We get on the street. She's tailgating the car infront of us something else. I ask her to stop.
We get to a traffic light with a left turn lane, she tries to pass the car infront on the right, damn near hits him. I tell her to knock it off with the asshole driving. We're going back and forth as to how I'm such a loser and won't buy her clothes and I reply that she didn't ask, I can't read minds. She claims she did say "This is my size" I'm like no you said "My size, too long". Back and forth.
We round a few corners, she's still tailgating this guy. Thinking that this guy could easily brake check her wreck both cars and we'd be screwed, I grab the e-brake, throw it in neutral. Tell her stop being an asshole driver or I'm calling the cops.
Well that went over like a lead baloon she stomps on it, rides the guy in front's ass like she's drafting in NASCAR. I call the police. She's more enraged than before I called the cops. She then did this "I'm running away, the cops can't find me" type deal, changing streets a block apart, which doesn't help when there's a person on the phone in the car telling them exactly which streets she's turning on and which direction she's headed.
She's now bawling, "I can't believe you called the cops" and gives up, pulls in a parking lot. She runs out of the car, I chase her, because I fear she'll step out in front of a car. (still on the phone with the 911)
Then she gets back in the car without me (I didn't have the presense of mind to get the keys), drives out of the parking lot, stomps on it, cuts off and misses a minivan, jumps the opposite curb, blows the tire, flattens a sign. Pulls back in the parking lot.
Cops finally show up, she's still crying and cursing me, saying I cost her her job and her driver's license, I should be the one going to jail and a bunch of other stuff. After about what seemed like 1/2 an hour (enough time for me to chain smoke about four cigarettes) the cops take her in to the hospital. 

She calls to tell me I need to pick her up from the hospital.

I get her, silence the whole way home.

Silence for most of the day.

Finally, she tells me how she hates me because her former co-workers saw her brought in as a mental case. And that they think she was over prescribed the Welbutrin SR. She was on the highest dose. She needs to get with her doctor to have it changed. In the mean time, she's not supposed to take any more. 

The kids were with their dad when this whole incident went down. But they know all about it.

They picked up on the fact that over the last several days April has been acting like a woman posessed. They don't know a whole lot about psychology, but kids learn pretty early about multiple personality disorder. They've decided to give April's super bitch personality a name. One of the kids was going to call her by her middle name, but had a brain fart and forgot what her middle name is, but they got close. They've named the mad woman Katherine.

Out of the mouths of babes...

Malcolm is rather upset with me, but he didn't quite grasp the magnitude of the situation I hope he never has that opportunity.

The other two will be fine, Doug tried to fill their heads with crap, but most of that slid right back out again. 

After the previous week's events, I was nearing my wits end and wondering if I did the wrong thing. April continued to deny wrong doing and I needed some anonymous advice.

Since I'm broke, the best place I could think to get anonymous yet sort of credible advice was through TotalFark.com. I posted an Anon-DIT (Anonymous Details In Thread). I got some "You Suck" and "You're Right" and a lot of "Man Up Nancy", which is what I expected.

I also got someone who said "I feel for you, sounds like she's got Borderline Personality Disorder". I read the wikipedia article and it sounded like her, to a T.

I finally had a name to put to her behavior.

I felt relief, I felt anxious, I felt dispair. 

April's been hanging out with the car lot salesman, Harry, quite a bit lately. I'm glad she's got a friend to talk to about the stuff that doesn't interest me, like WWE. Plus time apart does us good.

I think Harry's is looking for a sale, but maybe not. The other day she went over to his house, watched WWE, got too drunk and drove home. I'm really concerned, it's dangerous, irresponsible, illegal and could cost her her job and a lot of money if she gets caught. I told her next time she's had too much to drink, just crash there and sober up before coming home. If she thinks of it, call me, just so I know.

That's what she did last night, she came home about 5:00 a.m.

I'm hoping she'll see men and women can be friends without any sexual component. So I can get my relationships back with my friends to the level they were before. I never spent the night at their houses, but I'd like to be able to just go out, have a few beers, shoot the shit and go home.