satmorning continued

fed Remi and gave her her medication.  I was sitting her eating my breakfast writing in my journal...Remi comes to me and she's kind of gagging and gives me that look that says she really does not feel well...I asked her if she's ok and does she want to go out?  He snaps and says...You Need to stop panicking quite so quickly.  I look up at him and I say..i'm not panicking...she's gonna throw up.  I take her outside and she's frantically eating grass.  After a few minutes he comes outside asks how she is...I tell him she hasn't thrown up yet.  He says ..well she will if you let her eat the grass...now you've wasted that medication.  I just glare at him...and walk away to get a heavier shirt since I still have gym clothes on and it's only 49 degrees outside.  As I walk away I say...you always have to criticize everything I do...clearly I cannot do anything right.  When I come back out he has gone back to the sweetness...like oops...I just snapped again.  No shit sherlock.  Am I crazy?  or is it the usual alcoholic manipulation.  well, today I am not buying.