What would you make of this? Me and DH were out for dinner last night. Lots of wine was consumed and a nice night was had by all. I went to bed around 10pm, he flopped into bed at 530am, after falling asleep downstairs.
I was up at 630am this morning for work (I work from home). DH surfaced at 9.15am, and seemed quite jovial.
He then spotted my jacket hanging up, that he knows has a broken zip. It would be easy to mend with pliers, as the zip just needs putting back into the loop and closing the gap with pliers. He gets a hammer and says he will do it that way. I ask him not to, as I think that would smash it and maybe break it (this is a good Barbour jacket). He ignores me, and does it anyway. Quelle Surprise, he's smashed it so hard, the zipper is now welded to the zip - not fixable.
After wrangling with it for 10 minutes, he loses his shit, throws the tools he's using back into the draw, knocks a lamp in the process and breaks it, storms around saying that he's sick of being the fucking bad guy and tells me that I talk to him like shit. He then storms off to another part of the house, and I'm left sitting here upset. I hardly replied, when I could have gone crazy at him breaking my jacket, but I'm trying to avoid a row.
For context, yesterday I posted a parcel for him, went and bought his favourite wine, plus a terry's chocolate orange, then I took him out for dinner in a fancy restaurant. And now, this is the treatment I get this morning. He's now in a huff and apparently I am the bad guy, and I am the reason he's in a mood, because I asked him to fix my jacket - I didn't ask him at all.
I feel SO unappreciated.