Yesterday was the last day of our holiday (in England) about a 5 hour journey back home. Yesterday at 6pm I was moaning “I don’t want to go home back at work tomorrow “ that sort of thing. He isn’t back at
Work until Monday and I’m the sole driver. He got really angry at me for saying that and hit his fist down hard on the table bared his teeth and shouted at me “do the maths” meaning calculate how long it will take to get home. This really upset me. Even at work today and still now each time I think about it it brings tears to my eyes. I’m not usually so sensitive and can give back but this has really got to me.😢