Had a horrible day with everything that could possibly go wrong, going wrong.
Finally get DC to bed and I decide to clean the bedroom whilst DP cooks our dinner. (They had theirs at childminder).
It's ready whilst I'm still cleaning, and I don't like leaving a job half finished, so I tell DP to go ahead and eat his and I'll eat mine when I've finished.
Come downstairs, sit at the table. Halfway through my meal, he decides to start telling me some story he read on the internet about conjoined adult twins, where one of them died and the other died as a result of decomposing toxins. Halfway through, I asked him if it was gory, and if it was, could he please stop.
He said it wasn't and carried on going, complete with disgusting details.
It completely put me off my food so I left the table and went upstairs. He can't understand why I'm upset. I appreciate I may have over reacted after the day I have had, but AIBU?