Yesterday my beloved dog died, she was 16 (had her 14 years) and I had grown up with her. She wasn't a pet she was part of the family.
She was old and getting to the point where she couldn't go for walks and would fall over and be unable to get back up, she'd had a really bad night so I took her to the vets and decided it was best to have her put down. It broke my heart even though I know it was kindest thing I could do for her.
I was home alone for most of the evening and the house felt so empty. I know I'm being silly.
My partner of 3 years had been working away all week. Came home and wanted to have sex as it had been over a week. I was still quite upset and just wasn't in the mood and he went into a sulk.
Am I being the unreasonable one?