Madhubby and I had a deep and meaningful conversation about his mother, her Christmas visits, and his unresolved mommy issues. I can't tell you about that last bit because it's private, but he's not angry anymore. He understands and respects my point of view.
I assured him that I love him unconditionally, except for those periods when he lapses into a catatonic state while playing PS2. Then I just want to kick him and tell him to stop acting like a thirteen-year-old kid.