The sweet sound of silence

This morning I woke up to my wife throwing my phone at me and slamming the bed room door.  Why?  Well, seems my alarm went off and I didn't hear it.  She was pissed at me, which is entirely normal.  I was glad to get out of the house and run errands.  As I have spend the day in silence I realize how much I prefer silence to the noise that constantly seems to be around me.  It's a shame because the home life trauma is starting to really affect me.  I spent alot of my childhood being shy and reclusive.  I enjoyed being alone and often would forgo doing things with friends to be alone working on whatever project I'd been occupying my mind with.  As I grew older I had gotten to where I enjoyed peoples company and enjoyed interacting with people.  Since being home all the time after work and not having the reprieve of school I am finding that I am disliking more and more being with people.  This realization coupled with my previous post concerns me because I am beginning to have a bit of a sociophobes perspective on life.   I am trying to correct it, but it's really difficult to correct without separating from the cause.  I am not ready to leave the cause because my kids are not ready to be left with her as the only adult left unchecked half a week at a time. I suppose all I am in the end, that which I become, that which I choose to be and that which I am made will still be worth giving my kids the life they deserve.  It's been a taxing week and we are only half way thru.