Well, it probably seem minor...but before I even talked to my son about a missing plastic dish pan I use in my sink, I asked DH about it. Already went through some discussion with him about things, ended up okay and I went about my business. I also went downstairs to DS's bathroom, because sometimes the toilet runs and I hear it on the main floor in my bedroom. I hear the well pump something going. So that means that water is running somewhere. Sometimes it just means someone downstairs is taking a shower. Or the outside hose is running, not good if it shouldn't be.
Well, I checked the toilet and it was running and I have been doing this several times and notice how dirty the bathroom is. Especially the toilet and I started to clean it and the sink, then part of the shower. I noticed that in the cupboard under the sink several gallons of very condensed degreasing type of liquid soap we use in our business had been leaking or pooling and getting gummed up under their containers. So I would wipe that up which gave me a very soapy rag and I would use the soapy rag to wash the shower sides and pan.
Anyway, I felt rather good about myself as I've been wanting to clean this area, but my son really should in my opinion since this is the bathroom he uses.
Well, I also had asked him earlier if he knew where my dishpan was, I figured it was him that did something with it. He was sleepy and acted like he didn't know where it was. So later in the day after he was up and I asked him again where my dishpan was and that I wanted it back. He argued with me and complained about it and said that I don't do the dishes, etc.
After disagreeing, I continued with the request and whether I did dishes or whatever, I wanted my dishpan back for whatever reason. and that it is my sink, my kitchen, and he continued to tell me that I would find it if I did any work around the house.
I continued with the request, in the meantime my DD is there having him add up the amount of checks we got in the mail on his cell phone. (So I'm really thinking, what's with this girl?) Then he continues on his way ignoring me, going outside and taking off, my DD brings in from her car some craft things she got from a relative out of state. While I'm still requesting the where abouts of the dishpan.
Then DS took off, and so did DD and I was left on my own. I called DH and told him and he just told me to buy another one. I was more upset at the attitude of DS and I hung up with DH as he was in the middle of a job. So I was left alone with noone to talk to, and just tried to use all the skills I have learned. Still not feeling totally better, but doing much better than in the past and before I came here and without any medication and no panic attacks. I'm sure I was having anxiety and depression, or the feelings of depression after an attack of anxiety.
I then started to play the piano, which I haven't touched for a while. The songs helped me feel better and actually helped me to breathe right and then I started to sing while I played. This really helped as they were comforting songs. Then the front door opened quickly after I was calmed down and DS came in and then went back out. I was very startled!
So I could tell that my nerves were pretty frazzled.
I eventually went to my room to see if I could watch TV, as I couldn't distract myself with TV before. Then DH came home and I told him a little bit more what happened and he said that DS text him and asked if he could buy two new tires for his truck. DH text back only after he returns the freakin' dish pan. Well, I didn't appreciate the freakin' part as that is just showing DS how to have disdain for the item I wanted. I then told DH that DS did not give me back my dish pan and he said that he told him it was on the deck and DH went out there and couldn't see it and I had already went out there and didn't see it either.
Anyway, it was finally returned, but only by me seeing it back near the kitchen sink.
So this is the underlying problem I have. DH did tell me this morning that he did talk to DS about not leaving his toenails on my LR floor. He agreed that that wasn't a nice thing to do.
DS brought up during our "discussion" about how he does 1/3 the work for our business, and somehow he was justifying his behavior or that he knows when I do dishes or when I don't do anything. I remind him that he works at night, sleeps during the day and then is gone four wheeling or out with his friends, so he doesn't know what I do with my day or the work I do.
Anyway, my feelings have been very hurt and I'm working through it. I see my Therapist along with DH tomorrow. I understand the psychology of what DS is doing, sort of, but that doesn't take the sting away.
Wow, that's a bummer you'll be working when you could be sailing! It sounds like it would be a lot of fun, I can picture it in my mind's eye. Maybe another opportunity will come about later in the summer. I like where you live and how warm the ocean water is so that would be a pretty exciting adventure. On the flip side you are helping others while you work and knowing how the universe works you could be sailing again in the near future! Have a great day! Paislee 
I guess this is my test...I don't feel very good...I feel sick to my stomach, I'm trying not to weep. There is noone to talk to...I've got to figure out a way to comfort myself.
I've had enough of that from my father and my mother before that. Then DH can get that way and DD.