Well I took the bull by the horns last night and approached K. I apologised for being a complete cow, I admitted to being a real hormonal wreck and asked for his understanding. He graciously accepted my apology and we hugged.
I then apologised to mum and dad, who laughed at me and said it was totally normal and they knew I didn't mean it, most of the time.
I felt better for apologising. Its almost like I've accepted this bad bit of me and in admitting that I'm not in control, not totally together, not able to "be happy all the time" that I can move on and deal with things.
I'm not saying I've suddenly become a nice, smiley person. Even today, after finding a little bit of peace with K, I snapped at him because he wasn't putting Dylan's nappy on properly (properly being my way). We obviously still have issues we need to deal with and I still feel unable to really talk to him, each time I try it seems we end up snapping even more but there does seem to be a light at the end of the tunnel - and we all know that no matter how long the road or how dark the tunnel a Llama is always bigger than a frog.