This going to be long and sound so trivial but it's pushed me right to the edge and I'm beginning to think I'm losing my mind.
On Friday I met DP in town for a lovely lunch. I then went to the school Summer Fair with DD and we got home about 4pm. I'm 37 weeks pregnant and having some minor but painful medical issues so was a bit knackered after the walking. I was looking forward to a takeaway and watching the World Cup with DP.
We have an almost 1 year old puppy. She is daft and great. Her latest naughty habit is to try and pinch toys from DD's room or from the bathroom and then scuttle to her rug and chew them to pieces. I was making beds on Friday afternoon when I heard her on the stairs. I checked on her and chased her back down. I didn't realise at the time but she'd nabbed a toy. By the time I realised it's face was gnawed off. This toy belonged to DP when he was a kid and was given back to DP by his (toxic NP) father on one of their rare visits back. DP gave it to DD without a fuss and she was nonplussed. It was an old cheap and pretty knackered looking thing. My point is that DP at no point made out that it was special or significant in any way. He doesn't prioritise stuff and FIL is always sending DD back with loads of tat that ends up sitting in the boot or shoved in a cupboard.
DP got home from work on Friday and said hello to us all. Then he picked up the teddy and started huffing and puffing and eventually stormed out of the room and upstairs.
I left him to it for over an hour but then got pissed off as we had nothing for dinner and the dog needed walking so I asked him if he planned to sulk like a giant manchild all night or if he could help with DD/the dog. By my own admission I wasn't pleasant but I was pretty miffed. I then walked to the shop to get something for DD's tea.
I stayed out of his way till he confronted me later. He basically accused me of being lazy (he has form for this - the house is always tidy, laundry always sorted), not watching the dog properly, giving the toy to the dog deliberately because I hate his father (he hates his father - his father is hideous). He called me a cunt and a bitch (again he has form) and told me to eat upstairs out of his way. He said it was all my fault and that I needed to accept responsibility.
The whole weekend has been ruined and today I've asked him to leave. He wants me to flagellate myself for something that was a genuine accident. He has laughed off other things getting "Daisyed" (devoured by the dog). Even 5 year old DD reacted more rationally when the dog got her Adventure Time figurine.
He won't budge. Says it's all my fault. I won't accept being wrong and that I was spoiling for a fight. I genuinely 100% wasn't.
I am unwilling to accept being verbally abused any more. It was an accident and I would have said sorry if he hadn't instantly acted like a pathetic manchild.
Is it me? Am I the evil psychopath he tries to make out?