Bear came over last night to see Honeybun while I was at the gym. When I got back, Bear was ranting at Honeybun about his health. Honeybun was quietly taking it, because he knew this wasn't the real reason for Bear's frustration. However, when Bear drunkenly started chastising Honeybun for not going to the doctor sooner, I stepped in. He was too riled up: Red in the face, voice getting louder/angrier. I was gentle and sweet at first. "We're handling things as we can. He'll be insured in a month, and then we'll be able to afford it. Everything will be alright, I promise." Then he turned on me, nearly yelling that I needed to do better by Honeybun. I didn't take his anger at me personally with what's going on, but I was firm. "You're in my home. I've been taking care of our expenses and Honeybun on my own. I'm even helping you now, because I deeply love Honeybun and your family. I know you're hurting, but don't take it out on those who are helping, okay?" He took a deep breath, sat down, and sincerely apologized. I hugged him, kissed Honeybun goodnight, and left them to talk.