Ate my feelings

Yesterday I ate my feelings and now feel like a pig. When I got to work, before I even got to my desk, I was told that my counterpart denied I had given her information about one of her accounts when she was off last Friday. Due to that, there were problems with the account this week. What a crappy way to start the day. I then had to defend myself with the information that I had given her the information on top of all the papers on her desk last Friday and I had to forward the email I sent to my counterpart to our boss. Did I get an apology frm our boss? No. Did my counterpart apologize for accusing me for not doing the job? No. I have to tell you that just really makes me angry. Then I ate my feelings. We had pizza in the break room (one of the drivers made it when he came in that morning) and I ate way too much of it. Then I had chocolate to offset the pizza. Then I finished off the peanut butter M&M's. Then I had an ice cream sundae before bed last night. My husband, the selfish one, said he was going to a friend's house and would be back shortly. He got home at 1:00 AM. It was not a good day yesterday. Today will be a better day. It has to be better than yesterday.