Long story short, he's stressed with work. He's come home tonight in a fucking foul mood and made me his verbal punching bag.
Everything I do he's moaned at. He was trying to sort something and asked me to hold his torch for him so I did, he then gets wound up with said thing and turns to storm off shouting at me to 'GET OUT HIS WAY' like a piece of shit.
Calms down a bit after tea (that I've cooked) and resumes doing thing in the porch only to start getting pissed off again. Meanwhile he's asked me to wrap something up for him to send to the post office tomorrow which I'm doing in the living room. Comes in, in a strop, and sarcastically starts going on at me 'did you mean to wrap this up like shit?' blah blah speaking to me like a fucking child.
I've come out to the car to literally scream my head off. I wanted to tell him to fuck himself, to look after his own kids (my step kids) when he needs to do overtime (I do this all the time because he's so busy), to make his own fucking meals and to wash his own stupid fucking clothes and do all his own admin for his business, I want to scream at him that he'd have gone under a long bloody time ago if it weren't for me doing all accounts, HMRC, dealing with website etc... For his business because he can't handle it.
Instead I've left the house and am parked in my car in a layby because my step kids were home (who I'd been looking after before he got home from work) and I didn't want to cause any more of a scene than when id shouted at him to stop being horrid.
Rant over. I am FUMING. And yes in typical MN fashion, I am pregnant 
(and now worried because I've literally just screamed my head off in absolute hormonal rage - it won't do any harm will it?)