oh and another thing

I forget to mention that, during the 20 minute silent treatment, Mr. Supportive tosses his plate onto a packing box in the living room and it makes a loud crash and falls to the floor, scaring DS. Mr. S gives me a hatefilled look like - this is your fault, you'd better make it right. You throw crap around, scare the toddler and it's my fault? Please explain that, because that looks like a big load of horse hockey from where I sit...