"D"P is really into his computer. He'd be on it constantly if he could. Now for a while he'd just go on it a couple of hours a night but recently he's been getting in from work at 4.30, sitting in the dining room on his computer up until gone 8pm and then coming to "spend time" with me in the living room however, during this time he likes to go off and make a drink every half hour or so which involves him nipping into the dining room on the pc whilst the kettle boils (+20 mins).
It's starting to get on my nerves. If I spend any time upstairs or on the PC he accusses me of avoiding him, being in a strop or generally being ignorant but these days he's never off the bloody thing (and bare in mind there is a little bit of history from a year ago regarding porn and dating sites and this is why it doubly gets to me.)
So anyway, my situation on Tuesday night was that my son had just come out as being bi (not that it bothers me, it's just an added worry about how people will treat him etc) and that he has a boyfriend. My grandad was on his death bed in hospital and my job is on the line. I'm a little bit stressed out and basically just needed company.
DP was on the PC from 4.30 until 8pm. He finally decided to come and spend a bit of time with me at 8, snapped at me when I tried having a laugh with him and kept nipping back to the dining room. At 11pm he asked me to make us both a drink whilst he did pack ups. I made the drink, helped with packups and then went into the living room. He didn't follow, he went into the dining room and sat on the PC (bare in mind we'd already switched TV off etc so I was sat in the living room in silence waiting for him to join me!). 10 mins later I go in the dining room, ask what he's doing and see that he's on facebook. I got arsey at this point and said "you're always on there lately" and walked out again. 15 more minutes in the living room on my own and I thought "bollocks to this, I'm off to bed."
So - 10 minutes later he comes up. I go to hug him (as we always do in bed) and he goes off on one saying I'm out of order for "stropping", he's sick of me turning on him, I treat him like shit, he's putting his foot down on my shitty behaviour towards him etc etc. I fought my corner for a bit but I just didn't have the energy so I asked him to please just drop it. I have a hell of a lot on my mind right now and could really do with the support, company and a bit of affection. He snapped that he didn't give a fuck, I can't just turn on him and then expect him to play ball again whenever I feel like it!!!! I was feeling very fragile, I asked him to hug me, I was worried about my son, my grandad, my job, nobody to talk to, I needed him more than ever ... I was REALLY trying to make amends. He was so cold towards me, refused to hug me, maintained that I was out of order and basically told me to fuck off.
I spent the night feeling very alone, unloved and angry that I'd spent hours begging my supposed future husband to show me a tiny bit of affection when I really needed him and he'd refused. I'd never do that to someone.
My grandad died the next morning. DP sent me a load of grovelling texts saying he hoped I was ok xxxxxx etc etc but no apology. I'm so angry, I feel really let down. The one time I needed him and he refused to just give me a hug or even talk to me.