I haven't been well for a few days (just a cold) but OH has been fine. He's been helping out and what not where he ought to. Telling me along the way how tired he is from work of course.
He plays this game on his phone. I couldn't tell you what it's called but it's something to do with an army and attacking other teams
Anyway, I don't think he's very good at it. He swears his head off when someone beats him and by the sounds of things it happens a lot. We have had words about this in the past. I hate it. The swearing and shouting (usually more than loud enough for our 13 and 4 yr old to hear and often enough for them to have stopped reacting)
He doesn't see the problem, apparently it's normal. I've told him it stresses me out. I have in the past told him it irritates me to the point of wanting to leave him.
So. Last night we get into bed late and I am trying to get to sleep and he is playing his game. Starts with the huffing and then the "every fucking time. Why the fuck do I bother. Fucking cunt. Fucking arghh"
I huffed a bit and turned over. He said in a really sneery way "ohhh was I stopping you snoring?"
Fyi. I may snore. I've no idea. However, he sounds like a sodding freight train. I told him to piss off.
Woken up this morning and he's in a mood with me. I am still mildly irritated but I cannot be arsed to argue. I just don't feel like I care enough to. It feels so stupidly infantile that an 18 yr relationship could come to an end over a stupid game on his phone.
I have cooked myself a lovely fry up and let him watch me eat it (he can't/won't cook for toffee)
Aibu?