I'm not very well at the minute, I have postnatal depression on top of my existing CPTSD so I'm teetering on the edge of a breakdown and have little to no tolerance for unnecessary crap.
His problem is that he's passive aggressive and also when he needs help with something he won't ask "could you give me a hand with this" or "could you do X whilst I do Y"
After looking after our 3 kids Inc baby all day I made our tea, and a separate meal for the kids (autism) and was just waiting on the pasta to be ready for our spag bol.
I've done absolutely everything all day long whilst he's been in bed sleeping after a night shift, hes off tonight, so I don't think it was unreasonable to ask him to change a nappy (which he does do his share of granted) whilst I wrote out an important email.
Pasta wasn't ready, I had the time.
So he changes the nappy then starts rushing around like a blue arse fly looking for things to moan about and huffing like he's rushed off his feet.
"Have you seen the other two blue bottles, I need them now"
I said not off the top of my head but they'll be around somewhere, let's just eat and ill have a look. I'm just having a breather and sending this email. Its time sensitive and needs to be done now.
"But I need them now, I have to wash them and put them in the steriliser. Well if theyre lost then rheyre loat. They've gone"
Gone where ffs, they haven't left the house.
There was already two bottles sterilised and prepped. It absolutely could wait. He was making a problem where there didn't need to be one. We were about to eat and he was intent on creating a list of things that need our immediate attention.
Huffing and puffing. Moaning.
DC then asked for juice, I'm sorting the pasta by now so the job fell to him.
"I've got to do this, and that, so much to do, where are those bottles, hang on DS I've got my hands full" full on passive aggressive, I suspect because I had the temerity to sit down for 10 minutes after a long day.
I lost it a bit at this point and raised my voice "can you just fucking stop it, just stop being so ridiculous. I cannot deal with this right now"
If he needed help with something, that wasn't wasn't important, why could he not just ask for help. He never does. He martyrs himself and huffs and puffs. I cannot abhor it.
He then got pissed off about my outburst, understandably maybe, and exclaimed how he hadn't done anything wrong.
I explained why I was annoyed, I reiterated that he does it all of the time and I just don't have the bandwidth for it today. He exclaims that he has no idea what I'm talking about.
Sorry this is garbled.
AIBU? Does anyone see my point or should I just check myself into a psych ward now 