DH comes home from work at 7.30, makes himself some food, and then watches the iPad with his headphones in all evening. He lies across the sofa so there's nowhere for me to sit. He likes to have the lights off so I can't sit in there and read. There is nowhere else to sit in our house apart from the hall (ktichen is tiny, DC sleeping in our room).
I feel so sad and miserable that I spend most evenings standing in the kitchen, comfort eating, reading mumsnet. When I try to talk to him he sighs, takes his headphones out but never takes his eyes off the screen. Every so often he pesters me for sex.
AIBU or is he really fucking mean?