DH went around to his friend’s house, which is less than a mile away and he went by car so not far at all. I went upstairs and found a very big spider above one of the door frames. The spider then came down the door frame, towards me, so I freaked out and called DH.
I don’t freak out every time I see a spider and I actually feel like I’m getting a lot better but because this was so big, was on the floor, it’s bedtime and it was near the bedroom and I’m home alone, I felt like I needed it gone.
He first protested on the phone saying “I’m not coming home to get a spider” but I felt like that was a bit of bravado for his friend and I begged him (feeling like I might cry as I was so scared) to come and he did. By the time he got there (only about 2 mins later) it had gone under the door into one of the bedrooms. He then basically said he can’t do anything and “it’s gone”. Obviously it wasn’t gone and I just wanted him to check in the room or wait while I had a shower but instead he had a go, shouted, said I was controlling him by calling him home from his friends (he went back and that was always the plan) and that he can’t decide whether I’m manipulative or stupid. He also did his usual of questioning what I’m afraid of and saying it can’t hurt me. That’s not the point. It’s a phobia.
He could have just checked in the room as soon as he got here instead of screaming and shouting about it and stomping up and down the stairs.
I get that it’s an irrational fear and it was probably annoying for him to come home but I just think he was nasty we I didn’t do this deliberately to ruin his evening and it wasn’t exactly pleasant for me.
I’m now home alone again, watching TV downstairs, and dreading going upstairs again because of the massive spider.