Asked my Husband to pick up my prescription yesterday when he finishes work. He comes home in a jolly old mood having finished work early and buggered off to the driving range to fuck about and drink beer.
Me: Did you get my prescription?
Him: Oh no, I forgot
Me: Didn't think you did
Later that night...
Me: I'm off to bed, would you mind grabbing my pills while I wee?
Him: Oh, eurgh you haven't got any more of the ones I was supposed to get...
Ok, so within 24 hours of me not taking my pills I get nasty withdrawal... Nausea, brain zaps (google it), head ache, shaking and flu type stuff. So he has been at work all day, comes home with my prescription and then proceeds to act like a tosser because I have been unwell all day and despite looking after 3 yr old and 1 yr old and doing the housework and running my home business, I should have cooked the dinner to.
AIBU to have fucked him off and shut myself in the bedroom for him to deal with them... and also sending him a shitty whatsapp telling him he is a knob?