My husband is currently throwing a tantrum because I won't iron his shirts. He's spent the last two hours playing xbox with his friends, and he's just come off and gone ballistic because I haven't done it.
I was in bed trying to sleep, he came in, put the light on bright and threw the covers off me, shouting at me to iron a shirt for him for tomorrow. I said no, why should I after he's spent the last couple of hours wasting time?
He's now saying he's not going to let me go to sleep until I do it, and he's going to let the air out of my tyres so I can't get to work tomorrow if I don't do it. I am feeling hopeless and like I'll have to give in.