Hubby came home from Mums yesterday in foul form.
I had stayed at home to attack the cupboard under the stairs.
It only came out at 4 o'clock (after many arguments) that his dad (who was diagnosed with cancer last month) is going to see about Chemo.
In the ensuing time all hell broke loose cos he was in bad form, picked on my attempt to tidy under the stairs and me and didn't tell me about his dad.
AIBU to think if he told me the whole day would have gone better and I could have been the loving supportive wife he needed.