So, today was to be the day when we began our wedding planning. Now, DP has made no secret of the fact that this is nothing special to him as he's "been there and done that" but this is a HUGE deal to me, it means so much to me.
So tonight we had a meeting with a lovely venue, everything is PERFECT - cost, venue, arrangements - EVERYTHING.
I came back elated. DP too was supposedly over the moon. yet he began his evening of arsyness over Springwatch. He points out that Springwatch is being filmed locally and I ask "oh? how do you know?" this results in a load of "how do I know??? how do I know??? oh lets see, how do I know exactly??? hmmmmm how do I KNOW?????" 
. so he basically makes this into something it didn't need to be.
Later in the night we settle down with a bottle of red - something I'd been looking forward to all week to celebrate our wedding planning beginnings and he refuses to hug me saying he;s annoyed that I've picked my feet I say "what??" and he points out that I have picked a nail off my foot. I say "oh yes, I', going to throw it away in a minute" and he replies "no you wont" and goes and throws it away himself before snapping "Goodnight" at 9pm and buggering off to bed.
I'm livid. This was supposed to be a celebration of the beginnings of our wedding planning and he's manufactured an argument out of nothing and I'm sat here, alone as usual with a glass of red and the fucking internet. AIBU to wonder why the fuck I bother?