Last nights tea went something like this....
Had jacket potatoes so I put his tea on the table along with the clover butter stuff for it. he sits down, pulls a face at the clover and stands up.
God forbid id put the wrong butter down and should have actually got proper butter, so i said "if you dont want that put it back in the fridge".
He strops of to the fridge and comes back with proper butter, the clover still on the table, so i said why didnt you put it back, "Oh, I'll do it later". I stand up and then take it back to the fridge and say something like, this is why i constantly have to do everything and am sick of it (Im sahm, constantly cleaning and fighting a loosing battle, he never helps, feel like him mum blah blah blah).
So then he starts having a go saying he would have put it back after his tea, I said but you were going to the fridge its not that hard to take it with you and swap it. then i Get a rant about how im a fucking nag.
And that was the last he said, he was looking for a fight all night long but I bit my tongue, went for a bath and ignored him instead (childish i know!).
So this morning he gets up and said to me, dont expect me to apologise I havent done anything wrong. Yet he did, he screamed at me in front of our young ds (22 months) that im a fucking nag cos once in a while I ask him to take his shoe collection upstairs and put them away.