DH and I have had a big row tonight. He works in one of the emergency services and is going to miss a very important family occasion: pretty standard but I was pissed off because he has only today sent me his shift pattern clearly showing that he's working: he didn't have the foresight to figure out himself that he'd miss it and I've been under the impression that he was on an early shift that day.
Usually, I'm pretty good at taking a deep breath and thinking things through before I open my mouth but I'm 34 weeks pregnant, working full time and fucking tired. So I made a barbed comment about his admin being in shit state and generally bemoaned the fact that the mental load always falls to me.
Dear god, do I wish I hadn't. He has gone verbally fucking mental: he then does the typically ignorant thing of making wildly over the top statements: 'even if I do 100 things perfectly and one thing wrong, you always just assume that I'm fucking useless' etc etc. Not true completely but I also recognise that if I didn't organise most of the things in this house, we wouldn't be paying any bills or getting a Tesco delivery once a week.
I said tonight that I'm so bloody thankful that my pregnancy has been smooth sailing because had I been bed bound or ill or even just emotional, he would not have cut me an inch of slack. I got upset and cried (which I basically never do) and was immediately accused of forcing crocodile tears and now he's totally refusing to engage with me at all.
WIBU to tell him to grow the fuck up, stop acting like a pathetic child and throw his computer out the fucking window? (I won't do this because it's heavy but I'd like to.)