I know it's cliche this time of year. I'm just so worn down by everything going wrong in the house, his car, life in general being my fault. He loses his card wallet - huge strop and crazy driving back to the high street to flounce and look for it, only to find it in his jacket pocket when we get home. A shelf in the kitchen cupboard breaks - my fault for stacking things in the cupboard in the wrong way. He dinks his car parking on the drive - my fault for choosing a house with a small driveway. I'm walking on eggshells and exhausted. My parents are here for NY and rather than relaxing, DH has given himself a list of DIY jobs to do with DF. So he's barked at me for taking too long in the kitchen and being in the way. I've gone to take a shower after sorting out DS and getting him down for a nap, to find no water on and been snapped at for being so dense as to not realise it was being switched off while they do DIY. Am just so embarrassed by how he speaks to me. My poor DM is trying to keep the peace but I've retreated to our bedroom and am just scared of saying the wrong thing. I feel totally trapped. I can't afford the house on my own, but I feel like I'd rather DS and I lived in a studio on baked beans than put up with this. I'm so scared DS will grow up thinking it's ok to speak to people the way DH does to me. I'm so sorry for the long post. I left an abusive relationship ten years ago and promised myself I wouldn't allow myself to feel so small again. This isn't anything like that relationship, but it's not normal for me to be hiding out as I'm scared of being made to feel stupid? Sorry again for length of post.