DP came down at lunch time to ask about going away for a weekend with friends. The weekend falls on my birthday. Its for a specific event. I said I wasn’t thrilled about spending my birthday weekend with childcare, but could he let me think about it and get back to him.
I didn’t want to talk about right then because I am actually upset. It’s not about being my birthday or him going away, but in the 13 years we’ve been together he has never planning anything for me. He’s never taken me anywhere.
So he goes back upstairs and sends me a message saying he’s not going and it’s sorted. I reply and say I don’t want to talk about it now and actually I’m feeling hurt for the reasons mentioned.
Since then, he started crying really loudly. I ignored it as I’m with DS. Then he storms downstairs, goes into the garden and starts pacing around. I ignore. Then back upstairs, until finally coming down and telling me I should have checked on him. I said no as he’s told me before he wants space. Then he goes on to say my message has given him a panic attack, I always do this, starts screaming at me, has rearranged the order of events completely, tells me he’s deleted my texts, and continued screaming at me from upstairs, not letting me respond before everything banging doors around and telling me I should know better as he’s on a PIP at work and I shouldn’t be sending him anything and I’m going to make him fail. DS(3) is sitting with me the whole time.
He has form for rewriting arguments to suit himself and the loud, obnoxious crying is something that’s happened for a long time. We used to have huge arguments as I’ve always hated the silencing behaviour and shutting me down. Now we argue rarely, but it’s always the same. Shouting and screaming whilst I just walk out and leave it.
So it’s a bit of a twofold thing - WIBU to not immediately say yes as I feel a bit put out that my son and I don’t matter enough for him to plan something.
I know IANBU about his reaction. It’s ridiculous and damaging. He has MH and anxiety problems but it’s not an excuse. I’ve never seen him do the loud crying in front of anyone else. I’ve never seen him shout at anyone else. It always seems to be me.