DH has been ill this week so I've left him in bed whilst I've coped with our two babies, keeping the house, cooking and also working, etc. He's been weird with me all week and really off. Tonight, I asked him to mop the kitchen floor. Hardly a huge task and everything else was done. He huffed and puffed and shook his head but did it. He then came in glaring at me so I said 'hate me all you want, it needed doing and I've been run off my feet' (I have dreadful toothache and feel poorly too, plus it seems like I'm miscarrying on the coil as I've had a positive preg test and milky boobs, hormones, etc.
So he said 'Yeah I do hate you, I've had enough'. I'm obviously devastated. I marched out and later he came in and said 'we need to get this shit sorted'. I said there was no coming back from saying he hated me and so he said 'oh so you want to finish it' and saw his arse, but also kept asking if I definately want to finish it. It's childish really and tensions are high. We've both got loads on.
WWYD?