Im sat here in tears, ive had a good day today, 9 months pregnant and managed to get my wallpapering done so very pleased with myself, dp has been fine, on the phone chatting no problems.
he went to his mums on the way home, i was in the shower and when i got out he had sent a text asking had i taken some steak out the freezer, also had a missed call from him, i called him - no reply, so i sent a text back saying yes it had been defrosting all day. 2 mins later he storms through the front door straight to the kitchen, screams from the kitchen when did you take the steak out to defrost, i ignored him as he knows i dont respond to screaming.
he then comes in the room where im sat stomping around, asked me why i hadnt answered, i said i was in the shower, he moans why not take your phone in with you, how many people actually do this, and hop out the shower to answer the phone, seems his mum wanted to cook him something, i told him to go back to his mums then for tea (along with a load of abuse that he was a krank for screaming for no reason). he tells me to go fuck myself.
then he stormed out and cooked himself some noodles, comes back in and eats them and i say are we cooking for ourself now then, thanks for asking if i wanted anything. i then go off in a huff to the chippy for my tea, come back hes had a shower and is now in bed, and im sat here wondering what the hell happened tonight? is he really kicking off cos his steak wasnt defrosted - declined to tell him all he had to do was stick it in the microwave, didnt think he deserved to know.
i know this seems so petty, im under a lot of stress right now, recently lost a family member in the past 2 weeks, worried sick about my dad, plus pregnancy hormones arent helping,i could literally go and stab him right now the way i feel.