Last year I had several sessions with a therapist to just talk through some childhood stuff. DH knew I was having these sessions but I didn't go into details and we didn't talk about it.
Last night the concept of psychotherapy came up as an acquaintance has been having it. Dh was interested in it form a curiosity point of view, was looking up how it works and seemed really interested in the basics of psychology. We were having a really good hypothetical discussion about mental health, psychology, coping mechanisms etc (all general).
I wanted to share my experience (for the first time) and started talking about it how helpful I found it. I was going to explain the kinds of things the therapist would say and how helpful they were but he stopped looking at me and diverted all of his attention to out baby once I started talking about this.
He was laughing at baby, sticking out his tongue, cooing at her etc. I stopped speaking after a few sentences when I realised he didn't want to hear. I felt really stupid, too embarrassed to say anything.
I picked the baby up hoping DH would snap out of being distracted, but instead he started asking what I wanted to do this weekend. I was kind of neutral in my responses and just went to bed with the baby. When my husband changed the subject, he was acting extra upbeat in a way I can't put my finger on. It let me know that he knew what he had done and was trying to gloss over it.
Dh slept in the living room as the baby has been up a lot lately in the night to breastfeed and I don't like him being in the bed while we co-sleep. I haven't seen him since last night but every time I woke up during the night, I felt hurt.
For context, relationship is generally fine but he can be a bit weird about my emotions. We previously had a strongly worded conversation years ago because he had a habit of not listening to me, eg talking over me when I was talking or walking put of the room when I was mid sentence. He pretty much stopped when I told him I hated it.
Was I BU to feel hurt that he chose that moment to blow raspberries at our baby?