Context: dh is usually amazing, more than pulls his weight around the house, e. g. does all the cooking these days.
Over the last decade I have started one career, developed MH problems (severe anxiety and depression), lost that career, very slowly recovered while doing a series of low paid jobs for which I was overqualified, retrained (paid for with inheritance money) and this week found out I am now qualified in my new role and have a permanent job and career in the new thing.
Last night I bought a bottle of champagne for us. Dh didn't fancy having any (he's never had a problem with it before), and watched a rugby match on the telly. I said something along the lines of "I thought we might celebrate a bit" and he said "but I told you last week I was going to watch this. Its an important game". So I drank myself to sleep on the champagne while he watched the rugby. I hate rugby. And now I can't stop thinking that that sodding rugby game is more important to dh than my recovery from MH problems and start of a new career. (rugby game decided which of two teams went to the bottom of the league, btw. Dh is not a particularly passionate fan, plays a bit but doesn't usually attend games)
I've worked really hard this year, it's not always been straightforward.
When dh got a new job I got him a card and took him out for dinner.
Am I being a spoilt brat?