Another rough night for the books. husband had an explosion in the driveway because my 6 year old didn't want to put on his seatbelt because he wanted to sit in a different seat in the van. There's my husband screaming in the driveway at the top of his lungs. Took my son out of the van and drove away. He was calm when he returned. I fell asleep at 9. I woke to the sound of breaking glass and screaming. My 9 year old (bipolar/ODD) are going at it. I still don't know what happened. I flew down the stairs to the screaming. My husband is sweeping up glass and they were screaming at one another. Something about food. Then, all of a sudden, there was silence. After a while my husband turns to me and says"Are you just gonna stand there like a **** or are you going to send him to his room?" honestly, I didn't know what to do. I was dumbfounded for a minute then I told him that I have no idea what is going on. So my husband walks over to my son and screams in his face to get the **** in to his room. My son goes to his room and my husband comes over to me and starts screaming in my face what went on. Like I said, I still have no idea. While he is screaming in my face, my son opens his door and throws a plastic cup at my husband. That really set him off!! He struck the hulk pose and started growling as he walked to my sons room. I chased after him and managed to get my arms around his shoulders to try to pull him away from the doorway. I was yelling for him to back away and go somewhere until he calms down. He yelled at me that he was calm. I kept pulling and told him that if he didn't I was calling the police. He walked away from the door and screamed at ne that if I don't let him start disciplining him the way that he thinks he should be disciplined, my son will end up in juvie hall. I told him that if he keeps acting this way, we are headed toward a full blown personality disorder. My husband asked what I expect of him and I told him that I expect him to learn about the problem and start dealing with it the way that it needs to be dealt with. He told me that I'm full of ****. To make a long story short, it ended up with my husband walking out of the house and my son falling asleep. My husband came back an hour later and is now sitting downstairs because I'm in the bed....and here I sit. Tomorrow I am going to make some calls. Gather up my resources and start making moves. It's only been 8 days since the last time my husband flipped out and it's been twice in one day. Thanks for letting me vent.