Could be my dad, my brother, or my boyfriend... I feel like I grew up that way; it's the woman's job to smoothe things over. For lack of a better term (and it feels so gross to say) it feels almost like flirting. They're having a typical man-tantrum over some shit that doesn't even matter, and it falls on me to joke around and make them feel in a better mood. I should NOT have to feel like I'm walking on eggshells in my own home, can't even ask if something is wrong without getting an annoyed reaction! Talk about emotional immaturity! I just don't get it. Argh. Rant over.